He's not even trying—
but somehow, it's all clear
He is the main character
and I am not even near.
He laughs, and it's like—
ugh, why does it sound that nice?
Like someone bottled up summer and sarcasm
and poured it into his voice.
I pretend I’m not watching,
but I always am.
When he’s staring at the skies,
or running his fingers through his hair
because it keeps falling in his eyes.
(How unfair is that?
Like—sir, why you have so pretty and smart?)
He probably doesn’t know my name.
Or maybe he does.
Once he held the door for me,
and I swear—my entire soul blushed.
I wish I was braver.
I wish I could just say hi.
Or maybe trip and fall
into his arms like movies with rom-com vibes.
And it is ridiculous—
How I imagine him imagining me
like the outcasted girl
Who is tied to sunshine boy by destiny.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 3:42 PM UTC
He's not even trying—
but somehow, it's all clear
He is the main character
and I am not even near.
He laughs, and it's like—
ugh, why does it sound that nice?
Like someone bottled up summer and sarcasm
and poured it into his voice.
I pretend I’m not watching,
but I always am.
When he’s staring at the skies,
or running his fingers through his hair
because it keeps falling in his eyes.
(How unfair is that?
Like—sir, why you have so pretty and smart?)
He probably doesn’t know my name.
Or maybe he does.
Once he held the door for me,
and I swear—my entire soul blushed.
I wish I was braver.
I wish I could just say hi.
Or maybe trip and fall
into his arms like movies with rom-com vibes.
And it is ridiculous—
How I imagine him imagining me
like the outcasted girl
Who is tied to sunshine boy by destiny.
