Opia
The ambiguous intensity from looking someone in the eyes
Dear Hanie,
We were childhood friends, having seen each other everyday
But why can't I stop stealing glances at you
Lucky that I got myself a sit at the back of the class
There is only a slim chance you notice my stare
I didn't want to look like a stalker but who could resist the school sweetheart
Hope that you would never realise the opia from me
As much as I wanted to take the friendship further, I was scared
What if you only thought of me as a friend?
My confession would ruin the relationship that we both treasured for so long
I didn't know if I had enough courage to give you a piece of my mind
Maybe later
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or never ?
