Skating on Thin Ice

He smiles. Because I smile first to show him that I like walking next to him.
He stares off into the distance as I try and catch his eyes.
It feels strange to spend most of my day with him yet still be at a distance: a meter stick away.
My day started when my good friend picked us up and off to the park we went. There, we met up with another good friend and went around the historical museum until he had to go home. We were left alone. So I decided to go to the ice rink. We went, and I laughed because he has that effect on me. And we reached the place and sat down, watching the skaters. Soon Annie came and her brother. We went back to Kelley Park as the rink didn't open until 1 and I would be long gone by then. He kept at a distance, and I figured he didn't want to be next to me. Of course, I couldn't stand being so far away. Still, he ran off, and I gave chase. Caught, watched as he walked away, went my own path to sit in the shade with Annie, he came back soon enough. Went to Cotillion practice. Went waltzing with partner, shook my hips as I rested my hands on my head with Jennifer as my partner, attracted Carla in the process, and laughed because I wanted to have fun. Walked afterwards to Stonegate. It was a rather silent walk as my shoes were starting to pinch me and my mother's unfair rule that I should always wear high heels in her presence. Saw roadkill, jumped, startled, right into his arms. Let go just as quick for fear that he may recoil back from my touch and reprimand my boldness with a look. Walked more, split ways soon enough. He looked at me, and I didn't want to hug him because I was sweaty and because I'm sure he would not have wanted to anyways. Spend most of my day with him, and still no where close. Then went to Navreesha's party, ate, sat, talked, looked away. It's only been two weeks since graduation? So much have happened in these three weeks actually. So much have happened and it makes me wonder, by the time I reach the end of my stay here, what would happen by then? I'm hopeful. I'm hopeful for tomorrow as well. What would happen tomorrow? Nothing of course. But then again, I still want answers to my questions. I still am waiting, for him, to look me in the eyes, and tell me that there's no hope at all, or that, maybe, just maybe, there could be something there. Until then, I'll keep my heart on my sleeve, easily broken, twice as easily shattered. I'm afraid, but...I'm not afraid to love. I'm not afraid to risk hurting because I feel as though, this could be something.