It's been a lonely week.
The wind blew vacantly and fog surrounded my house.
I felt the words float around my head and I shushed them.
It's only been a few days, it's not possible that I could miss you that badly already.
I can't miss the quiet banter or the inside jokes just yet.
I can't miss the times when my heart beats so fast when all I see are three moving dots.
And I know that I don't miss the coy comments about my bright yellow hat.
Even though you said it looked nice on me..
You're only a few blocks away.
Sometimes, my stomach ties itself in a knot when I see you.
When I see a curly part of your ginger hair.
Or when you look in my direction.
Even if you can't see me, I always hide.
Your so unbelievably shy, but you intimidate me with a simple glance.
Maybe I do miss you..
But I can't let you know.
Because you won't feel the same.
So for now, I'll sit in this box and stare at you, hoping I can see a smile on your lips.