Waiting

Waiting.

I sat there at my desk waiting, watching, wanting for him to notice me. We are friends but that’s all. I wish more , but no such luck. Sometimes I wish there was more to say, but in the end I think being friends is for the best, He comes up, says “what’s up?” I said “nothing, how about you?” He said “not much” he says “what's wrong?” I said “nothing I just want to see you happy” He said “ok but what is happening, why are you saying that?” I said “there’s no good reason.” A few days pass; he’s sitting in is room thinking about her. I wondering if she likes me? I’m wonder if she notices that every time I see her in the hall my heart skips a beat. I want her to know that I’m waiting for her and how much I care about her. That same day I was listening to music thinking, waiting for a phone call. I was thinking about him. Does he know I like him? Is he waiting for me to tell him? I won’t tell him because he doesn’t like me. Does he notice I want him to know how much I care? It doesn't matter; we are friends, that’s all I can ask for.
We lived our live's not saying what we thought about each other. Even though we liked each other a lot. 15 years later we’re both married to different people but we still like each other.