I see you sitting there by yourself. All alone with your dorky smile, and old unwashed jeans . Are eyes meet, you wave. "Were friends right?" You ask as you walk over to were I sit. I think to myself, friends, oh I want to be so much more than friends. But not as to wreck or wonderful friendship I reply with "Totally why wouldn't we be?" You reply with a smile and a "Duh, Obviously what was I thinking." We finish the rest of are lunch chatting about school and movies. Secretly I think to myself I wish you felt the way I did.