I stare at my phone for far too long, the screen showing your smile to the invisible object in to your left. It left me wondering, do you smile at random things on a daily basis? Or just because you know a friend is there with camera in hand?
I wonder what car you drive; whether or not it’s as cluttered as mine; whether or not it smells like you. Heck, I don’t even know how you smell. I forgot the way you sound; or if it was you who bit their nails in that room then.
I didn’t notice the way you flip your bangs when it’s getting in the way. I wondered if you have an AUX cord or not: or what type of song/radio station you listen to.
I wonder if you’d smile when you see me again; with a set of brand new sight; because the last time you saw me, you and I both didn’t know what would happen. I passed you, and you kept on walking. I was sweating and tired, you were holding a box of papers in hand.
I wonder if where we’re going is far; I wonder how long the awkward silence would fill the car till I force myself to make conversations; or whether you’d try to do that first.
Too many questions and what ifs surround ourselves; surround this, whatever it is. The problem is, you’re silent. I wanted to scream but everyone else told me to be quiet. Because a girl has to have her dignity and let the guy make the first move. Doesn’t even matter that all I want to do is throw away my pride, and flirt again with you.
Maybe I didn’t like you that much; maybe I just realized that I prefer being ignored for a couple of hours rather than being ignored in months.
I told everyone; “He’s never going to reply. He’s too busy. He’s not that interested.” I secretly wish that you’d prove me wrong. Please. Prove me wrong. I’m still waiting.