I don’t understand what it is about a boy I barely know that intrigues me so much. The only two things I can say for certain about you is that you wear glasses and love playing piano, and the only time we ever really interacted is when we were split into groups to practice music for the school play. We didn’t speak to each other then, so I’m certain we’ll never talk now. No matter how many passing glances I throw at you, I fail to muster the courage to say something, anything. Not a single hello. We’re a few years and a million eternities apart, and maybe it’s just supposed to stay that way.
-The girl you made eye contact with in the high school wing