9:23am
I walk into the school gates, hoping to see her first. Or hoping she could see me first.
I walk down to the Samoan Unit, and see my dear friends. In the corner of my eye, I could see her.
She is wearing the juniors polo shirt.
She has her hair in a mid bun, while her curtain bangs fall in front of her face.
She's in long pants, because of the cold.
She is wearing the school jacket.
Even though I caught a glimpse of her, I didn't stop to greet her.
I wanted her to come to me instead.
As I enter the class, I look out the window, and I see her, already standing waiting for me to look. She waves, and I do the same. I then gesture for her to come into the classroom. It looked like she was going to go with some of her other friends, but instead, she stopped, and turned to them, gesturing that she's coming inside the classroom.
I was touched that she chose me over her friends.
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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)
