Perhaps

Perhaps it's me making big of unimportant things, me losing my nice prejudices, me taking my prestige to high. Perhaps it's just the mood, the hormones. Perhaps it's you not being sensitive enough to know what i was thinking. Or perhaps it's just... nothing?

But seeing turning-silent you was not pleasant, and staring at the window dwelling on bad thoughts was definitely not on my things-i-would-like-to-do list.

...Do you know what I like about after-schools? Haven't I told you? Perhaps I haven't, but showing you, I did it almost everyday. When I did, did you realize?

Were you just sleepy?
Or tired?
What are you feeling?
What's on your brain?

I'm thinking about you..................................