I tried. I tried so hard. I liked u for so long but you didn’t feel the same. I miss when u sat next to me and stared. I missed when u actually talked to me. When we were sitting across from each other and even the teacher told you to stop staring. When you purposely got in trouble to make me laugh. When you touched my hand in the hallway and smiled. I confessed and things got awkward, you stopped talking, u stop staring, stopped getting in trouble. I was convinced you felt the same. But even salt looks like sugar.