Tuesday, July 6, 2010

WHAT I THINK OF HIM

I sometimes notice him.
I sometimes don't.
When I glance at him, I sometimes stare.
When he glances at me, I just stare then look away.
At times he talks to me, I smile stupidly.
At times I talk to him, with just few words I can count.
We're not that close, I don't sit beside him.
We're not that far, we're in the same room.
I don't think of him every second of the day.
I think of him once in a while.
His glances make me wary.
His conversations make me funny.
I don't know what to feel.
I don't know how to feel.
Maybe I'm just overreacting.
Everything of what I think of him.

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