Draw me out

I know you know I'm a quiet guy. When the three of us run into each other (a rare enough occasion… all four hardly ever happens), I usually barely make a peep. I have been trying to speak up a bit more lately, but.

But on those super ultra rare occasions where it's just the two of us… gosh, that hasn't happened in so very long, has it?… Well. I'm still a quiet guy. But, you draw me out. You have always been able to draw me out.

I think you're just a natural conversationalist. And you listen, which is… Our words are few, but you remember them, weeks, months, years later.

I sometimes think I'm just a sucker who isn't used to that kind of attention from a woman. But you're not the only one. And yet… you are the only one.

Every day I just look forward to the possibility that you might draw me out again.

Very nearly every night, I go to bed disappointed that it didn't happen. That I didn't even see you, see your smile, your eyes…

But I'll keep looking forward to it. And looking forward to a time when I don't have to wait for those chance encounters. Where you won't have to draw me out anymore, because we'll just be free to talk, my tongue no longer tied. Waiting as patiently as I can, trying to build up courage so that maybe I can speak to you without you having to work for it, even if it is something you just do naturally.

In the meantime, should we run into each other, please… draw me out.