We were eighteen
Our first month into college
Both super broke and nervous
But who would acknowledge
We bumped into each other, going in opposite directions
And somehow, for whatever reason, we connected
Clumsily helping me pick up fallen books
We laughed and said our goodbyes
But little did we know
We both felt butterflies
Weeks passed
And I started to notice you everywhere
At the cafeteria, the library
It was all so extraordinary
We would slip glances at each other
But not sure if you noticed me too
Was it all in my head or was it actually true?
It's been three weeks since I've seen you
I'm jotting my thoughts down on my phone and—
*CRASH*
You were skateboarding and we clashed
I look up to find you with a charming smile
"Are you okay?" you say
You blushed and I did too
And you held out your hand, probably thinking:
Glad that we bumped into each other again
Thinking that this was a sign
But all I could think about was:
Will you be more than another passerby of mine?