Ficlets

Sitting at the lunch table
Looking at you
Wanting you to notice me, but not catching me
staring at you.

Watching you walk by the bus
Hand in hand with another girl
My heart wrenches
But I smile
because You and I
were never meant to be anyway

When you walk past me
My stomach gets butterflies
and I prepare myself and
try to say something.
It always comes out the wrong way, though

Dreaming of you
the day where you and I could finally be together
but I’m not your kind
so you would never love me anyway.