Fruits/Vegetables.

He passes by our store everyday,
buying our vegetables.

I pass by that store everyday,
buying their fruits.

I think he's on an errand from his mom,
so she could cook their food.
He always has a list with him.

I'd always wish that my mom
would send me on an errand,
so I'd get a chance to see her.

He rides on his shiny red bicycle.
He's always dressed simple, but nice.
I think he lives nearby.

I hope she gets impressed with my bike
I hope she notices my new clothes.

He doesn't smile much, he manages a few words,
Asks how much, how many and just pays.
He doesn't even greet nor say Hi.

She always smiles, I like the way she talks,
I'm tongue-tied, so i don't talk much.
I don't know what to say, I can't even say Hi.

He just picks his fruits and rides off,
I'm always waiting for him
just to say thank you or a simple goodbye.

I'm too nervous to look at her.
I just catch a glimpse of her and ride off,
I manage to breathe a silent goodbye.

I wonder what's his name?
Where does he study and how old he is?
I wonder who he Is,
What's he like or where he lives?

I wonder what's her name?
Where did she study and how old she is?
I wonder who she really is,
What's she like and where she lives?

He's always on the go,
He always looks busy
I wish he'd stop and just talk to me.

She's always busy,
attending to many customers,
I wish she could stop so i could talk to her,

I want to know him more,
more than just a stranger,

more that just a buyer.
I want to know his name.
I want to be his friend,
Or maybe something more.

I want to know her more,
more than just a stranger,
more than just a seller.
I want to know her name.
I want to be her friend,
Or maybe something more.

Sometimes,
I'd intentionally brush his hand
when i hand him loose change.
It makes me feel good.
It makes my heart sing.

Sometimes,
She accidentally brushes my hand,
It makes me weak.
It makes my heart float.

There are times he'd actually look at me,
but he looks quickly away.
Maybe he noticed that I was looking at him.

Sometimes I'd take a peek at her face,
but quickly I turn away,
I'm scared she might notice.

But sometimes he doesn't come,
I wonder, where could have he gone?
All these fruits I reserved for him will spoil,
But I'll patiently wait till he comes.

Sometimes I can't pass by her little store,
When I'm away or when there's a storm.
I'd miss the chance to see her,
I always wonder how she's doing.

I wonder if he'd ask about me,
or sometimes think about me?
Even for just a little while,
and maybe he'd see,
that i like him and I hope he likes me.

Is she thinking of me?
even for just a little while?
Even for just for a moment,
I hope she realizes,
That i like her, and I hope she likes me.

Based On A True Story.
*updated: 01/15/10*

/brl