He walked pass her in the hall,

smiles and says hi,

with eyes shimmering,

lighting up her face.

She walked pass him in the hall,

waves and nodds,

her lips curve the perfect line,

she smiles the smile that decorates her face.

With the sound of ringing bell,

he enters the classroom,

holding back the desires to search for her face,

to hide the burning heart insides him,

that is screaming her name.

Quietly, she sits,

down alone in the front seat,

waiting for his entrance,

hoping that maybe he'll walk slower today,

so the image of him would linger 6 seconds instead of 5.

His phone light up with her name,

his eyes blinded by his nervous heart,

"do you like somebody,"

she carefully asked,

his fingers shaking his eyes fixed,

trying to see through the screens deep into her heart.

Her heart beats as her figure swip across the screen,

"do you like somebody,"

she types with a beating heart,

is he going to say yes?

is it going to be her?

questions surrounds her heart like clouds covering up the bright shinning sun.

"idk, I'm too busy to think about it,"

he types,

"It's you, but I can't tell you,"

he thinks.

"idk, I'm too busy to think about it,"

she reads,

"in the end, we're only friends,"

her heart drops.

"do you?"

he carefully types,

"i like you,"

he thinks.

"yes I do!"

she answers,

"it's you,"

her heart screams.

slience, slience, slience,

his heart tangled like earbuds strings,

his heart beated waiting for a response.

"I don't think he likes me back,"

she added,

"come on, shoot your shot,"

she wished.

"what made you think that?"

he asked,

"he's also really busy,"

she answered.

"does he like me?"

she asks herself,

her world in between darkness and light,

is it sunset,

or is it sunrise.

His world in between the deep and shallow,

diving deeper,

blinded by fish swimming pass.

"he doesn't care"

she persuaded herself,

"she likes someone else"

he warned himself.

the messages he left on read,

the times he acted like he didn't care,

the intentional ignorance of the hint,

the rejections of a hangout,

these are the signs she persuaded herself with.

the avoidance of convosation,

the question of someone else's birthday,

the repeating mention of "friends,"

the confessions of liking someone else,

these are the signs he persuaded himself with.

but he's all she thinks about at night,

she's the best part of his everyday,

his feet always pointing towards her,

her eyes always fixed upon him,

the flickering eyes,

the sincere smiles,

the goodbyes and the hellos,

those are the signs they both ignored,

telling themself to stop overthinking.

In the end,

he never confessed his love to her,

In the end,

she waited day and nights,

In the end,

he wanted to stay friends with her,

In the end,

she was too scared to ask him out again,

"he doesn't like me,"

"she doesn't like me,"

those are the thoughts in the end.

In the end,

we only regrets the chances we didn't take.