I hope you know that I'm always looking for you in every step I take in the hallway. I'm always finding you in crowded flag ceremonies. but the moment I saw you, I always looked down, pretending to be busy.
I hope someday I can get the courage to say that I like you, I hope you know that I notice when your eyes sparkle every time you see your favorite color and how you get excited when the song that you like plays. I've always admired the way your heart reacts to something that you like.
I knew you too well and it was the best view.
I don't even like writing because I always get F's in my essays but the moment I saw you, I got a lot of words in my head, I've felt the color red represents love that's why I'm writing but maybe even in this thing, I'll still get a mark of F from you.
Because I know those looks, those sparks from your eyes when you like something is the spark that I saw with you when you look at somebody else, talking.
I know those smiles, the slow forming of smile lines on your face, mesmerized by his beauty.
I noticed everything about you, I know when you don't like and like something, and that has been the curse that I'll be forever holding... because why did I let myself know you that well?
I don't know if it was still the best view as I still see you smiling... because I'm here, standing, still feeling the color red; I never understood why it has the same color until the moment I saw you on a random tuesday, where I felt a strange familiarity with my feelings that was new because I do not know now if the red that I'm feeling is love or anger.
