That thing when someone,
who you think
loves likes you
takes stolen shots of you.
Sometimes you know,
but pretend not to.
Sometimes he takes a group photo,
but secretly crops everyone else
and takes only a close up photo of you.
And then there are times when you’re totally clueless until you somehow discover the picture,
and you start wondering,
what it is he sees,
what he thinks,
what he truly feels…
(Exactly a month ago,)
Someone asked me why I love you.
I think I just came up with one reason —
because you’re the only one I know who has ever taken stolen shots of me.