I really do like you

Another day passed with another awkward glance at each other while we pass in the hallways. I am afraid, afraid of approaching you. My friend continuously telling me ‘he is staring at you,’ yet I do not want to look back.  Those secretly observations I do during class while you play the bass. Imitating your weird dance moves before class starts, making you embarrassed. It was too precious to miss the opportunity to talk to you. 

Those failed attempts of greeting you with a wave and a loud “hi” before saying your name. You probably find me annoying or extremely deaf when you do not hear my loud greeting. In the end, you do not say hi to me but to my best friend (like what the hell?) I assume you only do that to make me become flustered, which I find not funny at all.

I smile when I remember that time when I have to tell you something, remembering that small smile you gave me. I stare at you while other girls walk up to you with ease, feeling great envy at them. Upset that you were not in class on those certain days when I actually felt decent looking. When I realize I am trying so hard in class to make you notice me. I feel incredibly stupid when I do that, but it is because I really do like you.

Then again, thoughts reappear that you probably will not like me back.