Chapter 1
I would talk about the first time I saw you, but It wouldn't matter because you meant nothing to me. I mean of course you shouldn't have because I had no idea who you were and you had no idea who I was.
Until I saw you again. Now, that I think about it, I don't even remember when was the second time I saw you, nor the third time, nor the fourth time. I do remember that I didn't see you enough and that's what I hated.
I hated the fact that I only got to see you for a few times, but what I hated most was the fact that you left before I got to see you for the last time.
I just know I saw you, and from there I couldn't get you off mind my mind.
I knew where you lived, and no I wasn't stalking you. I just stared a few times and couldn't stop, so it just happens I knew where you lived.
We lived in the same building. You drove a red car. You liked to wear sunglasses. You wore shorts. You were tall, super tall. I can't forget you had an amazing body as well, but that's not the point.
The point is, I don't even know. I wish I knew what the point was. I wish I knew why I couldn't stop thinking of you. I wish I knew why you would cross my mind when I would leave my apartment, or when I would arrive. I wish I knew why every time I would step outside the first thing I would hope to see was you. I wish I knew why I would think you would come knocking to my door one day, and tell me that you couldn't stop thinking of me.
Stupid right. We've never even spoken before. You've never even seen me. As much as I tell myself, that you did notice me. That for one second, you looked at me. That for one second, you thought about me.
I don't know that, so all I can do for now is hope that you did.
Hope that you did notice me. Hope that when I was walking down to my car and we saw each other, that you felt something. Hope that as you walked past me you wished you would have turned around and came after me and kissed me. Hope that I cross your mind, even if it isn't for long. Hope that we'll see each other soon.
For now, you'll just be the boy from the apartments, but the boy from the apartments that hasn't left my mind.
