boy,

Sometimes I pretend that I can’t hear you, so that you have to repeat yourself. I like the sound of your voice.

Sometimes I pretend I didn’t see you pass by me and wave, so you have to walk back and try again. I like the sight of your face.

Sometimes I pretend I don’t know that it’s you standing behind me, covering my eyes, so that you have to stay close a little while longer.

— girl