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The Story Behind; I am the poem.
I didn't realise I was staring at a man seated on the library floor who appeared to be having difficulty reading.
I tried to look at the book cover but he was too far away. So I tried to sneak, I went closer and pretended that I was grabbing a book by that aisle.
I squinted my eyes, then I heard a laugh.
"Do you want to read it?" He asked, my eyes widened. I immediately shook my head and looked away because of the embarrassment.
"You can have it, I really don't understand it anyways" He stood up and handed me the book, which had roses on the cover. I opened the book and found a collection of poems, which made me smile.
"What can't you understand?" I looked back but he was already nowhere to be found.
I returned to the library the next day to return the poem book he couldn't understand, and I wanted to ask him what he couldn't grasp. The words were so beautiful that I couldn't sleep well last night re-reading it.
He was seated in the same spot when I discovered him again. I summoned the bravery to sit near him, and he raised his brow and stared at me for a long time.
"What can't you understand?" I asked before throwing the book at him, he looked at it before smiling at me.
"I hate poems" he answered.
"Why?"
My question was never answered, but we grew closer as a result. He became well-known as a result of his physical attractiveness, but he never forgot about me. He always stands outside the library or in the library waiting for me.
"You're so late," he said annoyed, I looked at the time and gave him a soft smile.
"It's alright, you'll never be able to leave me anyway." He rolled his eyes before wrapping his arms around me as I clung to his arms.
Days after days I could feel myself falling from him, I expected that he was feeling the same. I was confident that he was feeling the same.
"Who could possibly dislike you? You're a poem, aren't you?" I looked at him and smiled as he said this while reviewing his material.
"What kind of poem am I?" I asked, we exchanged glances before he squeezed my nose.
"A unique and beautiful one,"
Days passed again and I fell deeper. I fell deeper yet he grew distant. He stopped waiting for me, he stopped talking to me. He couldn't even look at me in the eyes anymore.
I waited for him in the school's gate just for me to see him holding and hugging a girl, my eyes became teary so I ran away.
That night.. I remembered the words he said to me, "You're a unique and a beautiful poem," he stopped for a second "But I hate poems."
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