I see you standing at the corner, stealing glances of what could've been.
Us.
Something that I secretly want too.
Of all the times we talked and the awkwardness of every crazy little things we did, I mourn for them.
Finally, you learned to walk away.
And it was my turn to steal longing glances of what could've been. It's turns out that you changed a lot. Your tamed face is now replaced with an arrogant mischievous one. Aloof yet vulnerable. Your stride was once of a humble boy yet now you walk with sheer confidence, like you are the beast. Your sweet voice is now as husky as any grown man; whispering deceit, love or both.
Did you hate me that much to change?
When we never even had the courage to speak with words? The only thing we had we're those stolen glances, we communicate that way. Gradually our feelings grew and somewhere along the way I fell in love but you did too.