or is it you?

I think I get along with you well. at least that’s what I think.

The way you make silly conversations with me, the way we talk all day,

the way you question my doings, like when you asked me why I smiled each time that I looked at you..
Am I special to you? Or am I just simply one of your high school peers?

You make me wonder, wonder how worth is important to me.

Do I matter ? What do they think of me? what do you think of me?

each time I walked pass you, each time I hold the elevator door for you, or smile at your face

each time I purposely borrow a pencil  just so we can talk.

just talk.

I value us. what ever “us” means. am I something to you? I’ll never know.

my cowardliness blocked my way of thinking, my way of doing, and what i think is right.

what’s the deal with us? but then again is it fear that holds me back. or is it you?