• First,
    Time I saw you,
    You looked like you were the kind of person,
    Who would try to fade in the background,
    So you wouldn't be noticed.
    But you were the first person I saw.
    The first person I noticed.
    And it was on impulse,
    That I wanted to know your name.
    I didn't ask, though.

    First,
    Time I heard your name,
    I wondered who you were.
    Where you were from.
    Why you were so amazing.
    What your last name was.
    If you'd been in this city and country all your life.
    I never asked.

    First,
    Time I saw you play,
    I was awestruck.
    You were my envy.
    You were my admiration.
    You inspired me.
    You don't even know who I am.

    First,
    Time you looked at me,
    I wouldn't know.

    First,
    Time you saw me watching you,
    Probably when I looked away awkwardly.

    First,
    Time we made eye contact,
    Probably that time,
    Just a few days ago.

    First,
    Time I made you smile,
    When you read my silent message,
    Just a few days ago,
    And realized I was scolding you.
    With humour, of course.

    First,
    Time I spoke to you,
    Probably a couple days ago,
    That time at night.

    That was the second time,
    I made you smile.

    I still believe,
    You don't know my name.
    Or who I am.
    I've only spoken to you once,
    But my words always get stuck,
    And when I open my mouth to say something to you,
    Nothing comes out.
    You don't even know me,
    And I barely know you.
    But you make my heart thud,
    You occupy my mind,
    And I just can't stop thinking about you.

    Can admiration turn to love?

    Is it possible to love a person,
    Who doesn't know you?