10:26am
I listen to music, as she helps one of her friends. She reminds me of me. She leaves her own work, and helps others. She's even typing her friends' work for her. Reminds me of myself. She asked me how to make the screen bigger on her laptop. I chuckle at her request. I can't work, because I don't know what to write - or maybe it's because she has her entire attention on her friend. I'm being possessive. She's not even mine. Brain: "She's not yours yet"
Why is this song I'm listening to speaking all the things I wish I was telling her. She's kind, funny, smart, and one of the most beautiful people I've met so far. Someone mentioned she and I look the same. Not only looks, but we act the same too. I can't see myself appearance wise in her, but I can definitely see myself personality wise in her.
I keep looking at her. I want- oop- she's working now.
She told me she was sick. I want to say something, if she is alright, or if she needs anything. But if I ask her, I don't want her to get the wrong idea - or maybe I do. WHAT DO I DO?!
OHMYGOSH! THIS FREAKING SONG😭😔 Why does it have to play when I'm in class, next to her for. SCREW MY TASTE OF MUSIC!
I'm going to lose my mind at this point. I might as well just tell her- yeah that's never going to happen. Sorry Faith and Rosita, I won't be able to do that right now. I have to make sure. I just remembered! I was supposed to ask her if she liked anyone. I can't just ask it right now, there are people around. Wait, but if I ask her privately, she might think I am...😔 *sighs* This is what happens when you turn- *sighs*
I swear this song-
Song: Sorry from The Rose
If you know, you know- Might as well cry.
Why do you have to be this way? Honestly, I don't even understand myself. How long has it been? About 2 terms- So like what 11 weeks in term 1 and this week is week 9- Somebody do the math for me, I can't think straight. 20 weeks in total which means
...
FREAKING 4 MONTHS!
4 MONTHS!- Since- *sighs*
Yeah I'm pretty done with my life. I just wish I could read minds - or their sexuality.
*laughs at her own joke*
Shit- She looked-
You know what goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
She and I
RomanceShe and I met on a trip to the Museum. She and I talked. She and I clicked. She liked me as a friend. I however, felt in a different way. A diary of my daily life with her. (Warning! ANNOYING AF)
