It took a lot of waiting around before you became conscious of my existence.
I would wait for you to pass my locker before I blended into our piers, eyes fixed on the back of your head.
I would wait for you to sit down at lunch, skillfully placing my tray at a bordering table.
I would wait for you to initiate a conversation with someone I knew, my hopes to casually drop in always overshadowed and eliminated by my own unease.
But then one day, I ran after a disappearing ride and right into you.
It's funny.
Everything began the moment I stopped waiting.
I still wish I could go back to those perpetually lingering moments.
Go back to waiting.
