Temptations and Limitations

I remember the first day I met him.
I walked into that place,
In awe of its majestic atmosphere,
Prepared to start something new.
I never imagined that starting something new
Meant letting myself love and be loved.

He wasn't necessarily shy,
But he wasn't necessarily looking for conversation.
I figured since I was new to this place
I would have to go through initiation;
The silent treatment.

I'm glad I was wrong.

It wasn't very long until he cracked.
Once he did,
His eyes were captivating, intoxicating, hypnotizing.
They had the ability to make me believe
We were the only ones left in the exsistance of this world.
His voice was gentle, soothing.
It was a sound that I crave to engrave in my memory forever.
And his smile,
Simply stunning.
It brought enough exhilartion to satisfy me for days.

It took awhile for him to speak to me,
To have actual interest in learning.
From the shyness that he portrays heavily,
His questions were anything but timid.
As surprising as it was,
I almost expected this desire from him.

When we were finally alone, or what it seemed to me,
He allowed himself to gracefully brush my arm,
And luckily, my leg.
It was never more than a breif second,
But internally, it lasted an eternity.
While occupying our minds with a kiddie movie,
I couldn't refrain myself from letting my eyes wander, just a little.
The best piece of evidence that I saw that had meaning
Was his fidgiting hands.
Until that moment, he was steady as a rock,
Nothing could disturb him.
But here we were, sitting next to one another,
And he was struggling to stay calm.

That's all I needed for tonight,
Knowing he was in the same mindframe I was in.
How can I possibly sit still when this person next to me
Means so much to me in so litle time?
And knowing the time we have together
Is limited.