I'll find you in the crowd just to hide from you.
What a high school feeling it is—to have someone you admire, someone who brightens your day without them even knowing.
What a high school feeling it is—to search for a familiar face in the crowd, and when your eyes finally meet, you vanish into yourself.
Sometimes, you don't need to explain what you feel —you just know it. Their presence alone makes things lighter. Sometimes it's the little things that bring you a smile, things they might not even realize. Suddenly, you feel warm. You feel alive. You feel like you love being you, because for once, you don't need reassurance.
And maybe that's enough.
To admire without possession. To feel without explanation. To exist more fully because of someone who will never truly see you.
You're just there—living, being yourself—while quietly admiring someone from afar.
