Those are the words I have spoken the most.
Everyday that I walk by you, my books in my arms, trying to muster up the courage to ask you.
Everyday that you look at me, that you see me, but you don't acknowledge me.
I wish you would notice me. I wish you would talk to this shadow that I’ve become. I wish I was brave enough to start our conversation.
But is wishing enough?
That was 74 words.