A story-To the girl from my maths class
by writingfreak
To the girl from my maths class,
I sat on third seat and you were beside.
We never really talked,
but I wish I did.
Your eyes spoke a lot,
and I fell for that.
Oh yes, I did.
But after you left,
life changed.
I didn't feel like going to the class anymore.
I missed all that happiness I felt,
all of those scenarios in my head,
and all those moments I spent in your presence came,
to an end.
You were magical, I always tried making an eye contact,
but I couldn't afford it,
and I always failed miserably.
And now, I regret it.
It's been years but I still feel it.
No, I wasn't good enough for you but this conscious feeling,
in this undesirable situation,
leaves me with no hope.
But where did you even go ?
I don't know.
I want to feel every bit of me bouncing,
like it did,
when I saw you.
I wish I told you how I felt,
or maybe just a goodbye.
I'm writing this with aspirations,
I wanna make those scenarios come true.
If not true,
If not now,
then in eternity.
I'll meet you and let you know all about me.