He doesn't know me.
He doesn't see me.
To him, I'm just another face in the hallway.
I wish he would see me.
I wish I had the courage to tell him I like him.
I know I'm not his type.
He's popular. (like really popular)
And I'm just...me.
I just would like to think that I'd be enough.
I know I don't NEED anyone.
And I know there are plenty of "fish in the sea."
I just want