I see you in the hallway.
Everyday at the same time,
like clockwork.
And when I see you,
I try my very hardest not to look at you.
I don't want my feelings to be obvious,
and when you don't look at me I think you're doing the same.
Until one Friday when I don't pass you in the hallway.
Then it happens again on Monday and Tuesday.
This continues all week when I finally gain the courage to text you,
because I believe you like me, the same way I like you.
I'm so excited to see your response.
But then my heart drops to my stomach;
I can no longer breathe.
You answer,
I'm actually talking to someone I'm sorry.
That's when I realize I hadn't seen you in the hallway because you were walking with her.
And you were never trying to hide your feelings for me;
the same way I was with you.
They just simply weren't there.
It was all in my head.
~ E
