i wish he would turn around and notice me when i’m staring at the back of his head in class, overwhelmed with love.
i wish he could see me looking back at our old texts and laughing at our stupidest conversations.
i wish he could know when i’m thinking about him because i do all the time.
i wish he would acknowledge that i’ve fixed my wrongs and regret all the things that messed things up between us.
i wish he could see that i smile every time i hear his bubbly laugh.
i wish he could know that i have trouble breathing when he brushes up against me, smiles at me, and even when he just talks to me.
i wish he would fall in love with me again and confess that he thinks about me to.
i can’t change the past. i can’t go back. so, i reminisce. it’s what makes me feel like you’re still near, even when you don’t feel the same.