After The Sunset

7:58 am

have you ever wonder how many person that secretly find you attractive?

how they wish you notice them more than a friend?

how they head over heels for you because you look so fucking beautiful when you were explaining about why the earth isn't flat.

how they adore your smile every time you walk pass them.

how they wish they were the one that made you blush.

how they wish their good morning text was the reason why you're smiling on your way to class.

how they yell your number when they watch you play soccer, because even with your high ponytail and sweaty jersey, you look even more beautiful. because he sees your passion in playing soccer.

how they tap your shoulder and wish they could hug you instead because you just lost your game, but its okay, because he knew you already give your all.

I have.

and I notice you.

I remember your blush when I walk past you with my smile.

I remember your adoring eyes when you heard me explaining to your friend that the earth is not flat.

I remember how you texted me every morning saying that you wish I have a good day, and I did.

I remember when you yelled twenty six at the top of your lungs.

I also remember how you hold yourself back to hug me when I lost that game.

I remember all of those things.

but I also remember you stopped.

you stop texting me,

you stop noticing my smile when I walk past your class.

you no longer have that adoring eyes that you used to have when you look at me explaining other conspiracies.

instead of win over me, you told yourself that you've lost.

now three years later, we've met again and I was already head over heels over someone else

- and so are you.