that stupid screen

When  I think of you, my hart melts and my whole body gets filled with butterflies. But when I think of us, I get confused and my brain stops with working. When I think of you, i have a picture of you stuck in my head, your eyes, your lips, your hair. I think about all the things you have said, your smile when you hear something funny. I can’t stop thinking about you. Then again when i think of us, i can only think about our late night talks, those talks that never got further than that stupid Phone. We cant even say hello in real life, but that Phone… Oh man that silly little screen with many picture of you and saved chats about some deep personal shit. We’re so helpless, why, just why do we both know how we feel but cant any of us make the first move face to face? -That stupid screen