I wish I could be braver.
Before it's too late.
And he'll be gone forever.
Just a memory.
I'll sit in the sweltering summer heat,
And I'll think of him.
I'll regret never saying anything.
Ignoring him when he was the only thing I wanted.
A complete stranger.
So far off in the distance.
In another world.
A foreign world.
How can't he notice?
When I've shown so many signs.
I know.
I've never stood up and said anything.
And there's always that moment when I walked passed him.
I feel a flood of regret that I never did anything.
I could strive to win gold medals and honors.
But I can't strive to win him.
Because I'm scared.
I never know what to say.
I don't know those people who crowd around him.
All of it is too intimidating.
How can he not notice how nervous he makes me?
Perspiration.
Fumbling.
Fidgeting.
I wish I wasn't so scared.
I wish I wasn't so distracted.
I wish I didn't care.
I don't know what to do now.
