Wait and wait..

She stands on her balcony, and waits for him to come running around the corner declaring his love for her. yet not one sound is heard,not one foot step.
She hates the fact he is never off her mind, and cant understand why this feeling wont leave, as he did.
Or is he gone? she wants to believe he is there still, but is scared of the possibility he is not.
she takes the hardest class in the grade just so she can stare at the back of his head, and watch his fingers move his pencil, remembering how those hands use to touch her lips before they kissed, held hands and held her tight as they fell asleep side by side.
why why.