You'll know i'm talking about you.

I look out of the corner of my eye,
Someone's approaching.
I can just tell who you are, from the walk, the gait, the way you hold your hands,
And the way you make a beeline towards my bench.

I ask you to sit, but you tell me you can't, cos you've skipped a lecture, and can't be seen by the teacher who's just come out to talk to a student.

I knew you'd say that. Wonder if you know how well i know your timetable.

I like it when you skip your lectures to sit with me in mine, though i should be forcing you to attend your own lectures.

I like the way you call my name.

Remember our very rare but very long phone conversations? We really should start talking as much on the phone as we do face to face.

I'll save the rest for your birthday poem, the one i couldn't resist telling you about. =]