She stares at her ceiling once again With 100 thoughts Maybe he knows who I am? Probably not
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The first thing I did upon entering my room was to slump in my bed and letting my bag fall down in the floor without a care. I still wore my my sweaty gym uniform yet I didn't change for there were more things that is bothering me.
Him.
As I stared at the ceiling with its dismal plain white paint, I heavily sighed at the thought of him. Of the tall guy that my eyes seemed to follow since day one of School. And the worse is, he didn't know me. I'm on the sophomore group while he's already graduating this year.
So, what's the point? In a few months, he would be gone and go on to his life, never knowing a hopeless girl pining for him in secret.
She walks down the hall with her head down low Scared to meet his eyes Even when she hears his voice, she's swarmed with butterflies
Besides, would he ever notice me? When all I did in School was try to hide myself as long as I could. I am an introvert scared to catch any unwanted attention for myself and whenever I hear his voice if I ever pass him by on the lockers, I find myself wanting for him to see me as well.
Like those other girls vying for his attention all the time. But they were beautiful, confident and can talk to the boys without their words coming to stutter. Unlike me. For sure, if he talked to me - he'll be turn off of how I am unable to complete my words at the very sight of him.
It's impossible to get you off my mind I think about 100 thoughts and you are 99 I've understood that you will never be mine And that's fine, I'm just breaking inside
And it hurts. He will be just another boy that was too impossible to catch. Why not? I am stupid enough to even imagine and think of the possibilities that he could ever notice me.
Remembering his smile this afternoon, I felt my heart thumped madly in my chest and a tear slide down my eyes as I stopped that moment to process it. He was so closed to where I was standing in front of my locker before a girl beside mine waved at him in delight.
Well, who am I to ever think he would suddenly approach me in the middle of the hallway?
When we never talked to each other in the two years that we went in that School.
