You don’t know me but I know you
We met eachother when we were children
I can’t remember our meeting in the past
But I’m sure we did
My parents told me
After several years I see you again
You don’t know anything about me
And the only thing I know about you
Are common things : your name, your birthday,...
But you know nothing about me
You don’t even know my name
But is knowing important?
I watch your reaction when you see me
But I can’t recognise any feeling
You are gentle, but I guess that’s your nature
You are polite, but that’s just a reflection of your education
If I knew what you are thinking of me
I would be less nervous
But how can I meet you again
Without facing the mask you wear??
You see, knowing isn’t important
But feelings are