maybe...

maybe he tries to sleep but ends up tossing and turning, unable to get her out of his head and wondering if he should make a move.

maybe she doesn't try to fall asleep because she knows it's no use, so she pictures his kind eyes and gentle smile and thinks it's crazy to feel that way about someone she barely knows.

maybe he thinks he doesn't stand a chance with her.

maybe she thinks she's not his type.

maybe he wonders if she'll care about the same things he cares about, when she has so much to care about already.

maybe she wonders if she has what it takes to support all his dreams and ambitions, without compromising her own.

maybe he tells himself it's foolish to try to fight for her attention when she already has so much on her mind.

maybe she tries to turn her thoughts to other things but they keep coming back to the same thing.

maybe they're both afraid, because they've been hurt before. maybe they'll never know how much time they spend in each others' thoughts because they've never found the courage to say something.

maybe everything else before this has been leading up to them finding one another. maybe all they need to do is give it one more shot to discover that maybe all the silent prayers and choked sighs and disappointments before this have been meant to lead them to this.

maybe... someday?