I don’t know, but I hated falling for you.
I counted how many times you glanced at me from 10am to 1pm.
I rethought about the first time you did
and how different it was to the second time.
And then I thought about your eyes.
And maybe that’s why I started staring longer.
I wanted to know what color of eyes you had
and I probably did think of being closer to you.
I used to listen at what you’d laugh at.
Just so I could develop that sense of humor.
It might be the only time you’ll ever remember me or my name.
And last but not least,
I took the fact that you didn’t leave the classroom immediately at the end of class, as a sign that maybe you really did want to stay a bit longer until I got to leave.
That was just me falling for you in my head.
That was just me putting malice on a boring, old tale.
That was me wanting to fall in love so bad that the slightest little thing coming from someone who gave me daily butterflies made me believe that he could be the one.