You know you’re being stupid. You know you don’t stand a chance. There is no way that he would notice you, just another girl from a gazillion other girls, just another one trying to seek his attention. Sometimes you try ― by clearing your throat out loud, by pretending to be talking to someone so you appear natural, not strange or even worse, desperate ― but your attempts all go to waste because you can’t help but to stare at the ground whenever he walks by, afraid to let him see the heart you wear on your sleeve. You’re just too afraid in case you appear vulnerable. But at the same time you just can’t stop hoping, wishing, dreaming for that one day when he will look your way, and maybe he will smile at you with that smile you love. Maybe that day you will be brave enough to show him your heart, maybe you’ll tell him that you like him, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll like you back.