I was in the corner. I was watching you and our friends joke and banter. They were asking you to bring out your birthday cake from yesterday because they want to eat it, so you did.

Someone teased me I'm about to cry because no one had offered me the cake yet and I said; no, i am fine and I'm still full. As i was saying that I am looking at you covertly and you were looking at me too, expecting for my answer. Sure, our friends too are looking at me.

But the only difference is that when our friends got their answer, their attention went back to the cake and you didn't. You're still looking at me, confused.

I took all the courage I've got and met your eyes. You still look confused and lost. I smiled at you to assure that I am okay but you quickly look away.

Cute.

I was wondering what was on your mind. Maybe you think that I'm being picky, maybe you are wondering why I don't like the cake, or maybe you think I am crazy and being overboard.

I would never know because it will be forgotten by time, or maybe I was just over analyzing things I shouldn't.