Half the time, I convince
myself you don't care,
hardly ever talking to me
outside of school,
still never kissing me again.

Then other times,
you're so cute.
Having the picture
I drew you, of
Marshall Lee and Fiona.
And how whenever
we sit together,
you are always touching me,
constantly in contact,
elbows or shoulders or legs or hips
touching.
Or giggling with me
about Catbug,
the adorable cartoon.