The way they looked at each other-from the tiniest corners of their eyes, across the road he walked down everyday.
The way she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her right ear trying to suppress a stupid grin each time she caught him looking.
This way how each of their silences was being packed with so many inexplicable little unnamed desires, was getting crazy. It was like you could touch the air between their faces and feel the vibrations of these weird waves hitting every molecule of space.
It was like the air- this thing.
This thing that was getting too hard to bear.
Each time she smiled, each time he ran his fingers through his new haircut.
It just got crazier this way. Crazier and Better.
Neither of them had the right word for it till he hit upon it that night while he sat trying to read a book.
The corners of his lips curled into a smile.
"I swear, man. It's always so electric.", he said to himself.