He’s got big blue eyes that sparkle when he laughs.

His teasing voice cracks a stupid joke.

The crease in his forehead when he asks if I’m okay.

A lump forms in my throat at his question.

How could he love a broken girl?

Besides I’m just a friend.

Someone he sits near in almost every class.

Someone to discuss homework with.

And do partner work together.

Maybe one day.

Maybe he’ll see me in another light.

It’s been six years.

It’s been six years of sitting beside you.

Maybe one day you’ll notice me.


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