Watching

He is watching me. He doesn't know that I know he is watching me. But he is. And when I move to sharply or look up to quickly he stops watching. I try to sit still. Because he doesn't know that I like that he is watching. When I glance up our eyes meet briefly. But it's not the same as knowing that he watches me. So I don't move. And I just wait. For the moment when he will notice sometimes I watch him too.