A book about a girl who is crazily in love, and a boy who is crazily aloof.
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Saira's mind always travelled between realms of her own world. Sometimes it's about the existence of a parallel universe where she imagined trees to be purple, sometimes...
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Time has never stopped for me.
No matter how many times I wished it did, it kept moving forward as if it had a lot of important things to attend to. Maybe it does have stuff to do.
But for some weird reason, I felt as if I was floating around as a spirit looking at myself, standing in front of Zeke, looking as ridiculous as ever.
I just knew I looked stupid.
I couldn't believe the words he said, so fluently in that ridiculously gorgeous accent of his.
"Huh?" Was my dumb response.
Zeke chuckled, shaking his head.
"I like you."
"Oh f-for how long?"
"Since a month ago," he shrugged casually, fitting his hands inside his pocket.
I laugh.
"You're joking right?"
"No," he said seriously. "I'm dead serious."
I pause, looking at him, still unable to comprehend what he just told me.
"I'm not asking for an answer right away, I just like you, that's all, I wanted to let you know." He ran a hand through his hair.
Just.
Just?
It was a slap on the face.
I just like you.
Nothing about my feelings for him is just.
I know how I should be feeling.
I should feel lucky, that my crush just likes me back, that someone like me even has some sort of chance with him.
But that's all it would be to him.
That's all I would be to him.
Just a crush.
But fuck, I love this boy.
I'm in love with this boy right here.
I feel like a fool.
I feel like a fool for even expecting our magnitude of feelings for each other to match, that I'd even have a chance, that we can be together like one of those couples who share deep stuff.
I feel like a fucking fool for even thinking like this.
"What do you want me to say?" I whispered, looking ahead.
He looked at me with a frown.
Did he already know I liked him?
Was this some kind of dare?
"I also want to know how you feel about me," he scratched his neck.
Maybe I'm overthinking it.
My crush likes me back and I should just get what I can have.
