Sidelines

January, 2014

I have three more months before I graduate. Three more months of high school. Three more months of projects, assignments, and brain-wrecking quizzes.

Just three more months.

I have three more months left to watch him. Three more months of wishing that he’d look my way. Three more months of hoping that I could talk to him.

Only three more months.

Yet, it makes no difference…

Because for him, my affection is nothing but a speck of dust.
And I am nothing but air.