Rain

He's looked me in the eyes three times since that day in De-con.

Three times since that day I kissed him.

Sometimes I believe he watches me.  I don’t look round.

I treasure these small moments.

One day my heart won't hope that he’ll come to my quarters.

One day I won't have to concentrate every second to keep my mind on the job.

One day we’ll sit down and have a friendly conversation.

One day I’ll stop hating myself for kissing him.

One day I am sure being near him will come to mean less than everything to me.