In love with a man with sad eyes…he smiles all the time but that smile never seems to reach his eyes…you are here in the evening at the front of the line…and I am in the back of hordes of girls fangirling …she is the one you always smile at … the one who keeps us at bay…that clumsy girl with short hair…your eyes reflects only her yet my eyes can't seem to move anywhere except you…i watch the movements of your eyes and i found her .. sometimes she watches you yet she doesn't know that your eyes are always searching for her…in the crowds…i know this cause i love following your eyes… i work hard to make chocolate for you ..gather my courage to give them to you.. i give those chocolates full of my feelings for you … you accept those chocolates and thank me … and just walk away… yet even the chocolates that were thrown at you by that silvered haired boy…you kiss them with your lips as if content..as you received them from her… i gather my courage and work hard to express them…yet she without even trying gets to you… I sometimes feel jealous of her.. cause even if she doesn't see it… I saw the way you look at her…
And just this question always at the back of my mind why am I not her … why is she the one to bring that smile and why am I not the one …
