I don’t know why I keep looking…

Maybe I thought you’d look back.

Maybe I hoped you’d see it too.

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You were just standing there, quiet in the noise,

Wearing silence like a shield,

I felt the static in my skin,

Like a line waiting to be revealed.

I didn’t plan to say a thing,

But the words tripped over my breath—

“Hey, nice… shoes?”

God. I’m such a mess.

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I see you—

Not the version that you post.

The one hiding in between

Your smile and your ghost.

I see you—

And maybe you see me too,

Just a flicker, just a stammer,

But maybe that’s where magic grew.

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I laugh too loud, you barely speak,

I spill coffee, you barely blink.

But I swear there’s something there,

In your awkward glance, that makes me think.

Not fireworks or fate or stars,

Just something real and soft and strange—

Like maybe we’re the same kind of weird

On a slightly different page.

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I see you—

Even when you try to hide.

Behind the sarcasm and hoodies,

Behind the late-night pride.

I see you—

Like a note never sent,

But folded in my pocket

Since the day we almost meant.

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I wanted to say something brave,

But all I managed was a smile.

Still, I hope you caught the message

I’ve been bottling up a while.

You don’t need to answer, not today,

Just know you made me feel alive—

In the quiet, in the clumsy,

In the glance that didn’t lie.

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I see you—

And it’s not some silly dream.

You’re real in ways that matter,

In the quiet in-between.

I see you—

And if this is all it ever is…

Just a near miss in the hallway—

Then I’m still glad it exists.

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I saw you.

You saw me.

And maybe…

That was enough.

Hehe…

So if I looked weird… or said too much—

I guess that’s just my way of saying,

…I see you.

And maybe, somehow,

you see me too.