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?