I am this boy

I'm the kind of guy who asks before holding a girl's hand, the kind who asks if he can hug her or kiss her.

I'm the boy who, in front of the one he loves, thinks about every word, searches for the perfect exchange that never comes.

I'm the one who deeply wants the other's presence, hesitates when the chance arises, and regrets it alone in his room.

I'm the boy who doesn't know how to put his love into words.

I'm the boy whose life is so plain he thinks he's boring.

I'm the boy who hesitates so much that for your birthday he'll ask what you want, instead of planning a surprise.