2:00pm
She and I walk under her umbrella.
We're walking to our classes.
As we walk, I look at her side profile.
My eyes move from her ear, to her chin, to the side of her lips, up her nose bridge, and to her eyelashes.
"Her eyelashes?" I say to myself. "They're pretty long."
Her side profile is also pretty. I smile, blushing.
Her eyes flutter, and she catches me looking at her.
"Why you looking at me?" she asks.
"I was just looking at how long your eyelashes are," I lied.
We had different classes.
So we had to part ways.
"I'll come pick you up, when class finishes," she says.
I nod, and we wave goodbye.
It was only for a moment when we separated, but I wanted to see her so bad.
"WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!" I scream at myself, slapping my forehead.
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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)
