All the stolen glances down the hallway, How you stood there mesmerized when you saw me In that dress, Looking more confident than I truly was. I thought I saw something in your eyes, A glimpse of a sparkle, if I'm not being too unwise. A moment too brief to hold or analyse, But enough to stir the truth from the lies. It felt like the time simply stoped, And thought, Is it that hard to realize, that We were halfway through a plot twist in a rom-com movie, The almost-love that never got the chance to bloom yet. All the time we had matched without knowing, And when we held all those glances down the hallway, Or when you looked at me after I passed, And still stared in the distance until it couldn’t last. Like a slow-motion scene in a movie’s third act, Where love lingers quiet, but no one's intact. We missed our cue, the timing fell flat, But tell me—wasn’t there something in all that? I tried to tell you through all the small glances, Maybe you'd realize, that everything was right here, You just needed to look closer into my eyes and see,. That actually I wasn't feeling free. And while you laughed, and laughed, and laughed again, I was standing there, waiting to learn, That actually, I was holding onto a hope so thin, Hoping you'd notice, hoping you'd see, How I was struggling to break free.