I’ve seen you walking down the stairs. You glide effortlessly with your head held up high, knowing that all eyes are on you; even my lustreless ones.
I’ve let out a gasp every time you entered the room. You’re always in a hurry. You won’t spare so much as a glance for me.
I’ve seen the sunshine hit your face. It’s hard to tell whether or not it’s emanating from you.
I think you’re the most amazing thing I’ve seen. But then again, there are at least a score others who would tell you so.
I’ve seen you breaking many hearts. I’ve heard people calling you mean and cold, just because you can’t be with them. But you’re not cold to me; you’re the only redeeming thing in my life.
You’re lonely. I saw you crying near the restroom one day. It burned my heart to see you like that. But you won’t like me helping you out. I’d rather just move on hoping to see you smiling the next day.
It’s been three years and you have never noticed me. There isn’t a reason for you to look at me. You’re beautiful, I’m awkward. Even if you talked to me, I wouldn’t be able to speak a word. I’d better stay satisfied with those stolen glances at you. No, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.
You’ve given me so much to think about. I think I’m happy as ever. I don’t want you to be mine, even though that is next to impossible. You seem so fragile; I’ll never be able to look after you.
However, someday I wish you’ll acknowledge me. I’ll know it because I’ll be staring right back at you. It would be so perfect when our eyes meet. Till then, I’ll wait. All my life, if I have to.
