A Boy

There is a boy whom I often see passing by my street

But he never stops by to come in front of me

I've heard that he has a crush on me

But he never comes to face me...!!!

Whenever I sit with my friends

I see them smile while looking at me

But I don't know why he gets scared of me when he is alone...!!!

It's a strange feeling of happiness

Thinking about him in my heart

My heart feels a different kind of peace

While listening to his stories

Whenever he looks at me

He steals a glance...!!!

Sometimes, I talk to him

And he just listens quietly

I don't know if it's because he's that good

Or just because he's in front of me...!!!