Lunakinesis

I’m a quiet person. By that I mean choose to be silent. It isn’t out of shyness or some form of social anxiety, I simply have always been quiet and never speak unless spoken to. I like it that way, it lets me play the part of the observer. I enjoy quietly watching the world and the people that inhabit it, I notice the most interesting of things.
There are times when I wish I was more talkative, or that people would actually take note of me more so I had the chance to speak. There’s someone in particular I’ve always wished would notice me, but I barely seem to be a blip on their radar.
Why would I be? I’m nothing, nobody. Someone most don’t even look twice at. I’m used to it, but it doesn’t stop it from being even the slightest bit painful. Especially when sometimes I finally feel like they’ve seen me.
A glance cast my way or a double-take. They’ll linger a bit in front of me and I’ll be preparing to open my mouth, to say