She's so hung up on the fact That his heart belongs to another girl, So busy drowning in melancholy and unrequited love She doesn't notice another boy wishing he was hers That boy behind the scenes Who listens to her gush about him, Who sees when he's around, her eyes have a certain gleam She cries at night thinking that she'll never be loved, Not knowing she already is Because while she's staring at him, She doesn't notice that boy staring at her The exact same way
I was friends with my boyfriend long before we started going out. We had first period together. And another person in my first period class was another boy who became a huge crush I had. He had a girlfriend though and I was too focused on being sad about that, I didn't even think that anyone could like me, let alone my best friend. This is just me looking back at that time.