To the boy who I like
You might not know it,
But this is what I feel like

The first time we met,
I thought you were 'friendly'
But i shrugged it off,
Forgetting that i noticed it at all

The next time we met,
Thoughts were exchanged,
Some deep discussions about random topics,
And our thoughts seemed to be the same.
I shrugged it off again,
and proceeded to do the same.

Days passed by,
And i ignored the urge to meet you again
But there came a day,
When i saw you with someone else,
Exchanging thoughts, favourite books, and bike rides
And this time,
I couldn't miss the change.

There was a haunting silence i felt in that moment
And i immediately knew
What i shrugged off,
Was what i actually felt.

The worst part of all,
Is not that I like you.

It's that I still catch myself stealing random glances at you,
I still wanna click pictures with you, share thoughts with you
It's that I still wanna revisit your profile everyday,
Look at the posts you share, and make jokes about this wierd haircut you have,
When I know,
That this is  exactly what
I'm not supposed to do.

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