A Girl Called Anonymous

I love my college…
More than words can say.

Not because of classrooms.
Not because of books.

Because somewhere…
In one corner of this campus…

Lives my little mystery.

A girl called…
Anonymous.

Veronica…
Veronica…
Veronica…

The girl sitting next to you…

Is my crush.

She’s beautiful…
Without trying.

Quiet…
Without pretending.

She smiles…

And somehow…
The whole room becomes brighter.

Veronica…
Veronica…
Veronica…

The girl sitting next to you…

Is my crush.

Everyone says
she asks the strangest questions.

Sometimes they’re funny.

Sometimes they make no sense.

Yet somehow…

I never want her
to stop talking.

Veronica…
Veronica…
Veronica…

The girl sitting next to you…

Is my crush.

Every lecture…

I’m pretending
to look at the board.

Truth is…

I’m stealing glances
at the seat…

Next to yours.

Sometimes…

I think she noticed.

Sometimes…

I think it’s only my imagination.

Veronica…
Veronica…
Veronica…

The girl sitting next to you…

Is my crush.

Don’t tell her.

Not yet.

Let me enjoy
this beautiful secret
a little longer.

One day…

Maybe I’ll find the courage.

Until then…

Veronica…

Would you just…

Keep sitting
right where you are?

Because…

The girl sitting next to you…

Is still…

My crush.

I love my college…

Because every morning…

It gives me one more chance…

To fall in love all over again…

With…

A girl called Anonymous.