era: 1963
it was a rainy night in London.
as usual, I had my ballet lesson and was returning home after a long day. I love ballet. I think it's so charming, elegant, and chic. however, there's this one boy, from ballet.
we don't have any shared classes but I have noticed him around. whenever I walk down the corridor I see him blushing. it's kind of cute. and he, himself is really cute.
he has thick black hair and dark eyes. he's charming, not gonna lie.
we have never talked. but somehow, when he walks past me, I can feel some type of tension. so, I was going back home after my ballet class, when out of the blue, I noticed him.
he was holding an umbrella above his head, and was wearing a black suit. he looked so handsome.
as our eyes met, he smiled and walked away. he didn't stop to talk to me. which I guess is alright. I mean, we haven't ever talked so it makes sense. but I kinda wished he would have.
as I reached home, I got inside and left my keys on the kitchen counter. mom and dad were already asleep.
I wasn't even able to sleep. all I could think about was him and all his pretty. now that I think about it, everything about him is so pretty. his hair, eyes, style, and silhouette.
laying in bed, looking at the ceiling I couldn't help but admit to myself that I was in love with him. and that's so weird because I have no clue about him or his life. but there's something about him and the way he looks at me that just.. drives me insane. Do you know what I mean?
and so, I was determined.
next time I would see him in ballet class, I would talk to him.
to be continued!!
