He's been there, down the list of people she never chats with.
Across the street he stares as she walked passed, but she never saw his face.
He likes every photo, but she never viewed his profile.
He's been there, he called once but she never gave him a chance.
She never noticed but she walked passed him once, twice, a number of times.
He tried to say hello, but she never even looked at his face.
He's been there all along and that day she saw his face, his handsome dark face and round eyes, at that moment she stared back at him.
He's been there all along and now she can be there with him, and a fire 🔥 so deep that started with a hello and nothing else but a glowing smile across his face.
