Does he notice me?
Does he know...that I think of him all the time and that, my heart beats for him.
If he stopped breathing and, his heart stopped I too would cease to exist.
My love for him grows everyday, stronger and stranger.
Every-time, he smirks that innocent yet playful smirk I can't help but feel a jitter of happiness.
As I walk in the halls everyday I pass by him and for, those few seconds I slip away into another world.
If I had one word to describe my love for him, it would be miraculous because each day is another worth living when he is in my world.
But, then I can't help but ask myself.
Does he notice me?