That Love Story

I was 16

17 he was. 

I felt a spark at once 

Forgetting all his odds. 

Little did I know

That someday even I would stalk someone 

For ten days in a row.

I was 16

For the first time, it seemed,

That I was high on love and not caffeine. 

I wanted to confess. I wanted him to know. 

But unfortunately, my self-esteem was low. 

My friends advised me not to tell.

So I kept quiet and

Hoped everything to carry on well. 

Sometimes when I'm in a solitary mood,

I tell myself to confess 

In a tone that is subdued. 

But then I realize 

That he feels the same

But for someone else whom I cannot name.