There was something magnetic about you.
"The way your hair fell just right,
The way your laughter seemed to be perfect."
I could spend hours just watching you, and somehow, that felt like enough for now.
"Did you see how she was today?" I asked my friend, not really expecting an answer.
"She was reading a book during lunch." She gets so lost in her world, it's like nothing else exists.
He rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his face.
"Bro, you've turned into a poet."
"I laughed, shrugging." Maybe I have
"So, what's the plan?" He asked me again
"Are you going to talk to her, or are you just going to keep staring?"
I hesitated, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement.
"I don't know, man. It's not that simple."
What if she doesn't even know I exist?
" But this is the only one way to find out," he said with a smirk.
"if you keep this up, you'll end up regretting not doing anything."
I knew he was right, but just the thought of approaching you made my heart race.
For now, all I could manage was these stolen glances, these quiet moments and these distant admirations...
"I'll figure it out," I finally said, turning my attention back to you.
"For now, I'm just happy she's in my class.
He smiled and said
"Alright, lover boy, just don't spend all your time daydreaming. We've still got exams coming up."
"Yeah, yeah," I said, waving him off, but my mind was still on you.
As the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch break, I watched as you stood up and gathered your things.
You glanced around, and for a split second, our eyes met.
My breath caught in my throat, but before I could react, you turned away and walked out of the class.
"See? She noticed you," He said
"Maybe," I replied softly feeling a flicker of hope.
I couldn't help but wonder what it would take to turn these silent glances into something more.
But for now, I was fine with just being close to you, even if it was from a distance.
And that's how i had stolen the glances of you...
YOU ARE READING
It's all about Her
RomanceWhat a wonder it is that you might not have a single clue that someone somewhere, from the core of their heart, writes about you. Maybe a secret admirer or a long lost friend, How you lie in the words of their poetry, in each phrase until the end. I...
