To the girl who passes me after class.
I have wondered a lot about you.
Where you are going, and where you come from.
Each day I make up beautiful stories where
you are a doctor going to a space station.
or a marine going to war.
(Those things can happen these days.
We are in the connected world.)
It is far more likely that you are a simple student
just going to class for the day, while I am leaving.
but when smiles are so hard to come by these days,
(What with rent and food hanging over my head.)
I feel like I deserve more stories.
So each day I pass you, sometime between 11:20 and 11:30,
barring some horrible statistics accident that confines me to class,
for a few more minutes.
Each day I pass my story smile to you, giving you a little "Thumbs up"
for the day.
I hope you notice, I do go out of my way.
However, not once have you smiled back.
Perhaps I am offended by this, I'm not sure yet.
Anger: "How dare you not smile back at me"
Indifference: "I don't need your smile, I am just passing through"
Worry: "What has put you in a mood not to smile at me?"
None of these accurately discribe what I feel.
Perhaps it's a mixture of these, or none of them at all.
I am missing a smile, though. Sometime between 11:20 and 11:30
(Barring some terrible accident.)
I really don't think it's too much to ask for a little reciprocation.
So if you need advanced notice, I will be passing you again
within the next few days.
Sometime between 11:20 and 11:30.