Today, once again, I watched you walked with him. The senior you've always liked. You face glowing in laughter. What's good about him anyway? I don't get it.
When will you turn and look at me here waiting in longing?
Being quiet about my feelings sucks. Maybe it's time to break that wall of cowardice.
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"He told me about his hobbies earlier, y'know?"
Tch, him again. This is getting annoying. Why do you have to still look so cute when you talk about the thing I hate the most?
"Hey..." I cut you short, making you look at me in confusion, "When will you stop looking at him?"
I watched as your face get filled with more confusion and asked again, "When will you stop looking at him and start looking at me?"
"I like you, dammit. Notice me already."
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