It was the first day of sophomore year.
I recognized you from a state test we took at the end of the previous year.
They sat us by surname alphabetical order and ours started with the same letter.
You were across from me but I wasn't hypotized yet.
I considered saying something to you but I decided against it.
Then, three months later, there you were.
I wrote my first poem about you on the second day of school.
You were a friend of a friend of mine, but I didn't realize it right away.
I told her, and I remember her getting excited and asking if we talk.
No, we don't talk, friend.
I just stare at him from across the room in class and race across the school to see his face for 3 seconds. I found your Instagram through stalking my friend.
There was a video of you at the public pool and you were tagged in it.
Usually, I wouldn't even try to let my crush know I existed.
But I already felt like I was going crazy.
So I requested to follow you.
I put my phone away and didn't look at it for hours, not until near the end of the school day.
You had accepted it, but you didn't follow back.
At the time, you were following 277 people.

Homecoming. I would not say it was better than the year before.
You looked so good, and I was thinking it the whole time, as my eyes followed your red shirt.
Instead of a tie, you were wearing a bowtie, which I thought fit better with the shirt anyway.

One day when I raced to see you, I was looking at you when you laughed.
Your smile was so gorgeous, I started smiling too.
I stared down after that because I looked like an idiot.
I have no one to tell, but it's okay.
That's why I write poems.