perhaps.

The first time I met you, you caught my eye.

But it was unrealistic and I moved on.

As time went by, my mind kept going back to you.

I wasn’t sure what it was.  It was nothing.

Then I saw you again. , but this time was different.

This time you became a real person.

This time you were more than just that guy I met.

We became more than acquaintances, but not quite friends.

If circumstances were different, if we were not so far apart,

I might have pushed further.

But things as they are, they go as they go.

Now I’m not so sure of anything anymore.

Perhaps there is something where I thought nothing.

I feel like I don’t really know you, but yet know you.

I feel like I want to know the parts of you I don’t.

It’s so hard to know how you feel.

Perhaps you’ve never really noticed me.

Perhaps I am just that girl you met.

Than again, perhaps not.