• I watch from across rooms
    I watch him.
    This makes me
    sound like a stalker,
    right?
    I'm not.
    Or I don't mean to be.
    It's just
    what else can I do?
    I'm terribly shy
    when it comes
    to things like this.
    I can't say anything
    No, no
    Never.
    He could say something...
    couldn't he..?
    But there's no way
    he will.
    I'll watch
    Or maybe not
    While he comforts her.
    That girl
    who hates me.
    She does.
    She hates me.
    Because I'm shy?
    And scared of things?
    That's got to be it.
    She hates me.
    She could make him hate me...
    she could.
    I might be paranoid.
    I might be.
    He might care.
    Or he might not.
    It seemed like
    maybe there was something there.
    But if there isn't
    will I be able
    to let it go...?