Walking by to my destination,
I see you, and you see me.
One glance and then another,
but nothing came about with our actions or words,
it was like we were both in our own little worlds.
Waiting and waiting.
The more eager I wanted to do something,
the more foolish I think I would look.
So I grease and think to myself,
"What a dickhead" but as I continue to walk,
I think of you, and look back about what could of happened.
You make me Grrr.
