Strangers

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Do I say something first?

Or will that make me seem weak and lonely?

Do I glance over?

Or will we lock eyes for half a second, then awkwardly dart them towards a different direction?

 

Just one class a day, yet I think about it during the seven others.

 

I decide to keep to myself.

No interaction means no realization that we’re strangers.

I’d rather conceal reality for now.

 

The arguments increased,

But so did my hopes of staying close.

 

So much for that one, I guess.

 

From family vacations, crying over temporary boys, and endless talks

To one daily meaningless picture on social media sent to everyone, because now I am “everyone” to you.

 

Do you think about me, too?

Or are you too busy for me now?

Do people really change?

Or do their true colors just start to show?