he was sitting there, in a corner.
she was sitting the other side of the table.
she's so
cute
pretty
beautiful
kind
demure
everything nice
he's not so good-looking
not so talented
not like her.
he kept quiet
never took the initiative
never say the secret sentence hidden in his heart
blown the chance
regrets
but all too late
he only wants to
stare at her
hope that frame would freeze
let him look at her, secretly
its already enough
a dream that he don't wanna wake up from.