I went to class typically late. I sat with my friend. I could see you. But I didn't dare message you. I wanted you to relish in your time without me. When class finished, I planned on walking out without saying hello because I wasn't sure whether you'd want to talk to me. We accidentally made eye-contact and I couldn't help but say hi. It's courtesy, right? I walked out with my friend. I stood and chatted with her so that I wouldn't have to say bye to you as you walked out. But you stood and waited for me.
So I walked with you and your friend. You asked where I was going. I had no idea but I told you I had an hour to kill. We then took a detour to the library that had just opened. You asked if I wanted to stay and study there. I was rather confused. We walked out and said bye to your friend.
So, on the day that I had planned to stay out of your way, I ended up spending an hour with only you anyway. Just like every other Tuesday.
One thing did bother me. I was reading through the notes you took from today's class when you suddenly tried to grab the book from me, saying that there were things in there that I wasn't allowed to read. Notes between you and your friend. I can't help but think that it's something not nice about me.
You told me that I smile too much. I wonder if you've ever thought about whether I smile that much around people who aren't you.
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