I miss you, S.

I can't get enough of you.
I can never get enough of you.
Greed.
Blame it all on greed.

First, I avoided you as possible as I could for the first two weeks.
And, on the third week, Monday, there you were.
I was nervous like hell when I saw you.
And it was a mixture of happiness and frightfulness.
I blurted hi, out of formality.
It was damn awkward for a while.
But we got used to it because of the familiarity of the situation.
I love taking bus rides with you.
And then you talked to me about school, for a while.
So there goes the second.

Second, I would love to just look at you from a distance.
I hope I can see you during every bus rides.
I would be fully satisfied then.
Just to look at you. Look at your back. Look at how skinny you are.
Look at the side of your face.
I miss you so bad.
By the way, I saw you on the next Monday again.
How I wished we could take the same bus again, but where were you? :(
I don't want nobody else but you.

Third, today.
I finally saw you again.
I miss you so bad, again. This can go on forever.
You stepped into the class without me noticing.
The next moment, I turned my head to the right.
There I saw you in the blue shirt.
I was thinking about what made me like you so much.
Maybe its the atmosphere you made me feel.
You are always so sensitive, and soft. I'm not sure what is it.
You were talking happily with some other girls.
I was extremely sad and unhappy cause that should be me :(
I wanna talk to you so bad.
I wanna look into your face.
I wanna see you smiling at me.
I miss you so bad I think I am going crazy.
I don't know which is the worst.
Avoiding you or looking at you but not able to talk to you and tell you that I love you.
I know.
I know that you have zero interest.
You look like the most logical, smartest person ever.
And I am just a fool.
I am very tired.
I tired of life, school, relationship.
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How I wish you are here to hug me and tell me its alright
Perhaps this is the worst time of my life?
Is this?
I am extremely sick of living.
What is the reason for me to live?
I miss you.