The letter he’ll never read

I know you know.

You know I like you, you’d be blind not to notice.

You catch me staring and hold eye contact.

You look at me when you think I’m not looking.

You pick up my habits and I pick up yours.

We’ve played this endless game for over a year, seeing what the other does.

Adults have made us work together, go head to head, help each other.

I’ve reached out countless times, trying to spark a conversation.

But you give me one word answers and look away.

In the hallways when we walk by each other you jump away if I come within three inches of you.

You’ll defend me when I’m hurt but ignore me when I say thank you.

You only say hi when your mom is around.

You’ll go out of your way to hold the door open for me, but mumble “You’re welcome” under your breath.

You talk to my best friend like you finally excepted her, but if I walk into the room you shut down.

I know you know I like you…

I just what to know what you think about me.