I wonder whom should I blame, him?
God? or my hormones?.... which trapped me in his love.... To be specific, one sided love. Why to blame them? For him being a guy of my type? Or god for making him so handsome or hormones, for just being these god damn hormones.
As I place myself in the armchair, with yearbook from my high-school's senior year on the coffee table next to me, I can't help but remember him... remember the days I had crush on him. Moreover, love him.
Despite the fact he was never an inch or the character I would've liked during my early teenage. I still recall him being baritone....such a heavy voice that struck the strings of heart, his pink lips which made me wonder how would they appear if he were to call me out and his eyes shaped like a pair of almonds, bespectacled with a thin frame of his glasses which made his eyes appear smaller. His hair was something I cried over multiple times for either being too 'what the hell is this' and 'that's some nice hair cut'. As I opened the page where there was a picture of us leading the house... I was taken to my first day in my high school.
