It's all about Her

The Silent Admiration...

Soon, your presence started to dictate my mood.

Just seeing you in class brought a sense of peace, a quiet joy that I couldn't quite explain.

A day without you felt wasted, empty, as if the sun hadn't risen at all.

It wasn't long before you made me realize something I had never considered before

how frustrating Sundays could be when there was someone to admire.

Sundays, which were once fundays, had turned into just holidays, empty gaps in time where I couldn't see you.

They became the longest, most tiresome days of the week.

But every Monday brought with it a new chance to see you again, and that thought alone was enough to pull me through those endless Sundays.

The coincidences continued to pile up, each one drawing me closer to you, each one convincing me that our paths were meant to cross.

And so, with each passing day, I became more certain that this was just the beginning of something extraordinary.

Days went by, and being in the same class as you had become the highlight of my routine.

Every day, I would find myself drifting into a daydream, my eyes naturally drawn to where you sat, just a few rows away.

I wasn't the only one who noticed.

One afternoon, during lunch my friend asked me "what's so special in her" and i replied

"It's just, there's something about her,

He raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the Bench.

"Something about her? You've never even talked to her!"

And all i said was "Yeah, I know,"

"But it's the way she carries herself, how she smiles when she thinks no one's watching..."

"I don't know how to explain it. She's different"

I admitted, that i just can't take my eyes off you.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You've got it bad, my friend."

"I smiled, knowing he was right."

And that's how you got the silent admirer...