You may have thought I never noticed you.
But I did.
You wear simple cardigans.
You would rather wear loose jeans, track and cargo pants than dresses and all things stereotypically lady like.
You value comfort over fashionability.
Your tennis shoes are always neutral colours and your glasses frame your face with a subtle elegant beauty with hints of grey in your long black hair.

You may have thought I never noticed you stealing glances at me from the corner of those frames.
You may have thought I never noticed how you gravitated towards me in hopes that I would say something to you.
You may have thought the first time I saw you was when you said “hello”.

You seemed so curious about me.
As though you searched for a certain familiarity.
Searching for something you’ve seen only a few times in yourself.
You said hello to me with a bashful smile.
I said hi back.

I walked you to the library.
Watching you and listening to all you had to say.
Once or twice I said a few things too.
But the silent romance was far more thrilling and speaking to your reflection hardly means a thing.

Now I hardly ever see you anymore and never say hi.
But I still steal the occasional glance at your tan brown skin from the corner of my eye.