You were there and all I could do was stare at you.
I want to know your name, get to know you, be friends with you, be with you. Isn’t it ridiculous? Because I know that someone like you will never ever get interested with someone like me – me who is just this.
Call me stupid for this infatuation, believing that you are the one, daydreaming and praying that you really are the one. No. I don’t want to “fall for you” because I know this is just another fantasy of mine.
I want to end this foolishness. I want to forget the day you held the door for me and I got conscious that you didn’t hear me thanking you. Honestly, I don’t understand why I even got guilty that day.
I haven’t seen you for days, not even your shadow. I’m afraid you’ve left and looked for other jobs, perhaps that rainy day was the last time I’ll see you.
I hate it because you aren’t there anymore yet all I can do is still think of you.