The Growing Connection
Funny thing about those English classes-Curly and I somehow always ended up with the same or matching topics when our teacher gave us stories to memorize and roleplay. It was like the universe was pushing us together. Our teacher even laughed one day and said, "Why do you two always end up with the same topic?" She had this teasing smile on her face, and it made us both blush a little.
I don't know if it was fate or coincidence, but every time we had to roleplay, it was like Curly and I were in sync. I remember how I started speaking more fluently than the rest of the class, just to impress her. And yes, it worked. She noticed. She smiled that smile, the one that lit up her whole face, and she became competitive too. It was like we were pushing each other to do better, but not in a harsh way-in a way that made us both grow.
Day by day, we talked more. The teacher would compliment us equally, saying how well we worked together. It felt good-more than good, really. I looked forward to every class, every conversation, every shared glance across the room. And then one day, it hit me. I had completely fallen for her. It wasn't just her shining brown eyes, or the way her curls seemed to bounce with her laughter-it was her. Curly. The way she smiled, the way her presence seemed to make everything else fade away.
I knew I had to do something about it, but there was this nagging fear inside me. What if telling her how I felt ruined everything? We were both shy, a little introverted, and I was terrified of losing the friendship we had built. But how long will we live being afraid of what-ifs? So instead, I did what any nervous, hopeless romantic would do: I tried to catch her alone after class.
Each time I saw her walking toward the bus stop, I'd try to follow her. But she was so quick, so mysterious. She'd disappear into the crowd of students or slip onto a bus before I could work up the nerve to catch her. One time, I almost got on the same bus as her. Almost. But right before I could, she got off and caught a taxi instead.
Ahhh, how long would this continue? How long would I keep letting her slip through my fingers without saying a word?
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Rainy February
Historia Corta"A guy with genuine feelings. A girl with curls that could light up his world. What starts with casual conversations and playful debates grows into something deeper, as they navigate the fine line between friendship and love. This is the story of th...
