I only see him 5 minutes a day-Total.
He gets on & off at the train terminal across from me.
I don't know where he's going, where he comes from, what he does, what he likes.
I don't even know his name.
But I find that day by day, I learn something...
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APRIL 21, 20XX TUESDAY
"I like you."
I almost want to laugh. I almost want to question whether or not this is all a prank.
Did my mom set this up?
"You? Like me?" I am so taken aback.
"I like you a lot."
Well, I don't.
"Why are you doing this?" I whisper lowly.
He laughs and puts his hand in his pocket.
Getting confessed to on a rainy morning feels like such a cliché. Like this is all orchestrated and fake. Because in no way can he like me.
"You don't know me." I tell him because he doesn't. He can claim all he wants that he really does, but I can't trust train boys.
"I know that you can't climb up the stairs without looking at them-"
I cut him off. "That's everyone."
He raises an eyebrow, "Some. I also know that you love the colors black and pink. I know that you play with your hair when you watch videos on your phone. I know you like to drink those healthy bottled drinks...do I have to go on?"
I stand there, shocked by it all. This guy really has been watching me all this time?
"Trust me when I say, everyday I have fallen for you more and more until I realize that I can't take it anymore."
He holds the umbrella over my head and I look up at him.
