everytime i saw his face, i thought "does he normally do that?"
i wondered if how he looked like when he was serious,
i wondered why'd he sleep in class, did he get not enough sleep?
i wondered... i really wondered.

one day i sat next to him.
i smiled and so did he.
a normal conversation, but why did it felt so special..
he said he had to get air...
and so he left.
he went back with something to eat for everyone..
but i said i had a sore throat so i instead i thanked him.
so kind, i thought.

as i stare at him without my glasses,
i couldn't figure if he was looking or not.
if he was, god forbid, i just hope he didn't see me.
as i take a glance, sometimes his smile makes me smile.
sometimes he talks and laughs,
it makes me feel so happy to see him that way.
sometimes when i look his way i see him looking my way.
and if not his face burried down.. sleeping on his desk.

i adore him.
"how does he look like when he's serious?" i thought.
i'd like to see this side of him.
i'd like to know him better..
i'd like to talk to him.. more and more each day.
i'd like to laugh at his jokes
and understand him.

someday.. one day.. i'd like to be the girl
who he'd wait for after class..
the one that he visits every after subject..
the one he tells his secrets and burdens.
i'd like to take care of him..

once more.
just as a friend.. i'd like to be your friend.

everytime i saw his face, i thought "does he normally do that?"
i wondered if how he looked like when he was serious,
i wondered why'd he sleep in class, did he get not enough sleep?
i wondered... i really wondered.

one day i sat next to him.
i smiled and so did he.
a normal conversation, but why did it felt so special..
he said he had to get air...
and so he left.
he went back with something to eat for everyone..
but i said i had a sore throat so i instead i thanked him.
so kind, i thought.

as i stare at him without my glasses,
i couldn't figure if he was looking or not.
if he was, god forbid, i just hope he didn't see me.
as i take a glance, sometimes his smile makes me smile.
sometimes he talks and laughs,
it makes me feel so happy to see him that way.
sometimes when i look his way i see him looking my way.
and if not his face burried down.. sleeping on his desk.

i adore him.
"how does he look like when he's serious?" i thought.
i'd like to see this side of him.
i'd like to know him better..
i'd like to talk to him.. more and more each day.
i'd like to laugh at his jokes
and understand him.

someday.. one day.. i'd like to be the girl
who he'd wait for after class..
the one that he visits every after subject..
the one he tells his secrets and burdens.
i'd like to take care of him..

once more.
just as a friend.. i'd like to be your friend.