…until I won’t have to see you again.
This is distracting me beyond belief. I love it when you smile, really. I love it when you try to talk to me. You really are socially awkward, but then, so am I.
Then you will ignore me. You will walk straight past me without a sideways glance, and I will feel like such a twit.
I really shouldn’t take it so personally, as I know I can’t have you. Yet just when I feel like I’ve snapped out of it, you smile at me again, and I find myself here all over again. It’s ridiculous.
You know, I once read somewhere that measles and puppy love are terrible after twenty. I can confidently tell you puppy love isn’t just terrible after twenty, it’s plain revolting.
Anyway, it won’t be long now. The place where I frequently see you won’t be around for much longer, and I’ll be able to move along without looking back. I won’t have to see you again.
Please, I hope I can hold out for that long.