When Kevin Loves

Look at me

Look at me, look at me, look at me damn it, why won't you look at me.

These words were what was going through my mind as I stared at her in class. I kept looking at her trying to see if she would look at me and recognize who I am, but she didn't.

She was busy flirting and talking with that bastard James, who had his hand kept over her shoulder whilst whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

The sweet sound of her laughing was annoying to me because it meant that it was that asshole was responsible for her smile.

The class was over and the students started loitering around the school grounds, she along with James and their supposed cool friends", took a spot and started discussing.

I was watching, just right in front of them but she didn't for once glance at me.

I felt sad, had she forgotten me already?,  because I haven't forgotten her.

Was I nothing more than a passing fantasy?, nothing more than just another boy in school to her?.

If I was, then what was the point of holding onto this feelings for over a decade.

Perhaps she was just confused, perhaps I just changed too much.

I refuse to accept that she can't remember me, I need to ask her myself, but I need to get her alone.

Alone in order to receive an answer with no one there to confuse her.
I refuse to believe she never for once loved me.

And it seemed like fate still deemed me" Mr lucky "for the day, I heard them talking about the perfect opportunity .

A party.

Fate really loves me.