Each week, before I'd see you in class I'd think:
This is it.
I'll smile at him, tell him that I love him and he'll say the same.
And this time I won't just see him for an hour, I'll see him forever.
But then class would come and I couldn't raise a word to you.
The bell would ring and I would think: "fuck..
..now I have to wait a whole other week for my life to begin."
Years flew by.
I'd stare at my phone thinking about you.
Believing deep down that you were doing the same.
When I thought of you or heard someone with the same name at work,
my heart would ache a little.
And one day,
I saw the back of your head as you left a shop.
For a brief moment, you looked around and stared directly at me.
But then you turned away, you just kept walking.
You didn't even recognise me.
I followed you,
approached the window of your home and I saw them:
you had a wife, two children and happiness.
It was clear to me that you had never, not once, ever thought about me.
I was just a fly on the wall during those times we shared the same class rooms.
I felt so pathetic.
I don't want to just imagine anymore.
I want this to be real.
If I had one wish:
tomorrow I'd wake up and you could touch me,
speak to me,
love me.
I wish this could be real and not just imaginary.
Tomorrow.