god damnit, i sneezed.
you probably think i'm disgusting for sneezing behind you
and possibly a creep for following you.
i said it before,
i wasn't following you.
but even after you ran away from me ,
i found myself smiling a bit.
"bless you," you whispered, in a small, quiet voice
i'm glad i heard it.
you finally have spoken to me.
when will i ever say something to you?
- him
JE LEEST
glances ; pjm
Kort verhaalin which their actions, unseen glances, and unveiled gestures spoke louder than words
