Cake

I’m one hundred percent sure every human on earth has fantasies about themselves with their crush, experiencing all that involved in a relationship.

I do this. Too often, really. I just wish I could take her out to a nice coffee place, or maybe to boba, and watch her eat while simultaneously pulling out my camera and snapping a picture of her. Preferably of her smiling, clearly depicting how content she is by the squinting of her eyes. Oh that would be the most beautiful photograph. I would have it printed out dozens of times and placed everywhere I could see them.

And once we both have established where we stand, perhaps we could begin to walk with eachother to our classes, and eat lunch together, or really, watch her eat her lunch. And maybe if we wanted to we could post pictures of ourselves hangin out at museums, the mall, bookstores, or wherever it is we go. Maybe all our friends could know. Or maybe we keep it hidden.

Maybe she would want to rest her head on my shoulder, maybe she would want to play her video games while I sit and watch her. I just want to be in her presence. I want her to acknowledge me, and I want her to know how I feel.

Though this will never be sent out to her. Because, as much as I hope it will be, I know she will never love me, or let alone look for me for as long as I exist.

Cheers to her, for her beautiful obliviousness, and to me, and my silent watchfulness. I hope we at least become friends.