Don’t really care what we call it.
When I think of you, this sentence keeps showing up.
All of a sudden you were there, I didn’t really know how it happened.
You introduced yourself, which was actually quite normal.
Firmly you said your name, where I woke up a little from what I was doing.
I remember I slept not that well at night.
It was the look you gave me, this could be something.
It felt there wasn’t really a question about it.
What is it and how to call it?
I have honestly no clue.
I think I don’t really care what to call it.
There is no ignorance or insecurity.
I think I just don’t really care.
This story has nothing to do with that I am trying to lure you into something, by calling I don’t care what we call it.
I believe there is a spark.
It came from the look you gave, I think you also don’t know what to call it.
However you were standing there. A little too close, towards me.
To make sure I noticed you. In case you need confirmation, I did.
It was also a bit unexpected.
I believe this is how it goes, to make sure I am not losing my head over it.
Perhaps you were a bit nervous, I could hear it in the way you were speaking.
It could also have nothing to do with me.
At least my hands were shaking and I didn’t really know what it meant, what you were trying to say with your eyes.
This is where I believe there is something.
Although, I still don’t really care what we call it.
I wrote something in my notes, because I hadn’t slept well that night.
Later, I wrote this on a little postcard, where I had the plan to give it to you.
However, when I saw you later, I didn’t do it.
I thought it would be too much, perhaps a bit childish even.
I would give myself away.
Also, I didn´t know if you feel the same and if you would want to do that with me too.
Although your eyes were saying there is something. What that is, I don’t really care actually.
Where I just started writing on this postcard.
I believe this is how attracted I am.
So, I am writing another story.
What I told you, I was going to do that night.
To let you know, I have a life, perhaps not a boyfriend.
I wrote on this postcard, ‘I don’t know if you have a girlfriend, however I could totally understand’.
It is this masculinity you showed, with standing a bit too close, saying your name a bit too loud.
Although it did take a little bit for me to remember what it was again.
It happened later that night, then I fell asleep.
Where I woke up, the next day. I still didn’t care what to call it.
My femininity is rising or just the things I’d like to do with you.
I wrote on this little postcard : ‘I am not asking you anything, although I do think there is something we should be doing’.
‘Perhaps you also want that with me, more than once’.
Then I gave my phone number and said a little bit more.
“At least I want it to be said”, is how I ended the postcard.
I believe this is why I didn’t give the little postcard to you when I saw you.
I don’t know the depth of what you want. What the look said, when you turned to me.
Standing a bit too close and I did like that.
I think you know quite well and you felt comfortable showing me.
I am happy you leaned in a little.
I am going through some phases with myself, that some attention from someone like you would make me feel good.
But that is not how you are approaching me and I am grateful for it.
Perhaps I am just living in a fantasy and none of this is happening.
It could be.
However, this is how I am feeling it and when I write down these words.
The sentences and everything that comes with it, I feel at ease and calm.
I just don’t know if this is something that would be happening when I think if we could come together in the way I am seeing it before me.
All I know, I don’t really care what we call it.