I passed by the hallways and I saw you happily talking with someone else
I looked at you and everything becomes easy
You talked to me about how I got the quiz, which I'm not interested
I looked at you and the butterflies flew all over my stomach. I cringed
You saw me smile a lot and you never smiled back
I looked at you and you were thinking of something
I hope I can read what you ought to say to me
I looked at you while writing a prose which is better than poems
I wish you can write poems better than Lang Leav or Oscar Wilde
I looked at you and I know you were right for me
You deserve better, I'm nothing like the girls you like
I looked at you again
Then, I started walking away as I noticed you, looking at me.
Anna
