Morning After

from a distance.

There you were, sitting across the room, at your normal spot, doing your usual routine, minding your own business.

You sat there, unaware of my presence, which I was a little upset about.

I had no guts to talk to you.
To walk up and start a conversation,
because I mean, that would be awkward right?

Some random stranger going up to you, and suddenly starting a convo? Yeah, pretty weird I'd say.

All I want to do is be friends, to make small convo, and whatever else. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, why, you may ask?

It was because I didn't want you to get the wrong impression. I didn't want it to seem as if I was talking to you just to try and get at you, no. I simply just wanted to be friends.

And that's the sad thing about society these days, a person from the opposite sex goes up to you, and right away that person may or may not assume that you are flirting.

Can't a person just make conversation without having the idea of flirting embedded within their minds?

Can't someone just want to start a conversation for the sole idea of creating a new friendship?

It saddens me to know that I won't take a chance. That I would rather wait, and see if you would be the first to make a move.

And that makes me think, maybe that's the reason why I sit here, alone. Wondering if our paths will ever cross, whilst staring at you from a distance.