I never spoke to you face to face, I am not your friend.
Yet you lived so close to me, it was inevitable for us to have some contact.
With a text you reached out to me.
How are you?
And with a text I reply.
And a whole summer passes by, my neighbor.
And we become acquaintances.
So funny, and awkward.
I don't even know you.
It has been a year, and I know your intentions.
You are brash, and I, who can read people, see your intentions.
I will play with you.
And text you back.
With a sly smile on my face.
And maybe, if you play the game right, you will become the object of my checkmate.