I'm not sure what it is that attracts me to him.

He's different. We don't travel in the same circles. We don't even agree on the same kind of ice cream flavor.

He's a mover, shaker, make em', break em' type of guy and I'm the type of girl that will spend her Saturdays sitting on the porch sharing her deepest secrets.

Again, I'm not sure what it is that compells me to sit on the steps every night and watch him as he graces the public with his presence. He's quite a charming man and I could get lost easily, because he plays a game I've never even been in. he intimidates me and that...that just makes me want him even more.

But, I know he'll never know me because our eyes don't meet and our arms don't brush up against each other.

I know this all because our paths will never meet.

He's trapped in his endless friday night parties and I'm just a timid Sunday girl.