When I See Him

Is it possible to love someone who hardly know? Not their body, but their spirit? If so, this is something that I achieved. His spirit is ever so vibrant. It is as if the area within a mile of him glows with his bubbly energy. It is an energy that I could so easily lose myself in. Each time I see him, I wonder if he notices how close I am to staring at him with longing. I wonder if he even sees me. I see him every week, standing with the confidence of youth and dreams and hidden experiences. Within our common club there is no chance for conversation. This is for the best. Were I to have to speak to him, were I to make direct eye contact, I would betray myself. Or maybe I would let myself fall into his eyes and never find myself again. Each time our paths come near, I wonder how close they came to crossing. I wonder if they ever will.