You were mine once

I see you Chapter 17

I spot you from across the room. Damn you good today. We make eye contact and your sharp keen blue eyes touch me from so far away. You have this curly brown hair that looks perfect because it doesnt look like it took much time to get together. You are quite but some days I hear you and I enjoy it a lot. We have two classes with each other which is great cause I always see you. First hour you sit a few rows behind me and im often found sneaking looks back at you to just catch a glimpse of what you are doing. I get a bad boy on the outside but a sweetie on the inside vibe when we catch eye contact and I love it.

I remember one day you had to sit next to me in first hour and we didnt talk but I goddam wanted to. I had this moment of panic when you had been asked to sit next to me because I didnt want to embarrass myself. But it was fine and I worked on other stuff while you did whatever and I just found it appeling that we have these moments from so far away but when we are close, nothing comes of it. Also when you asked me from across the room if we had latin homework I think we both know you wanted to talk to me (we havent ever had latin homework) which is obviously fine with me because I kinda like you.

The next hour we have together again. You sit on one side if the room and me on the other. All through class we make this eye contact that sparks a flame within me. Something about the way you present yourself draws me to you. Im always looking at you to see if you laugh at my jokes or see my drawings on the white board and you laugh and my day becomes 10x greater. Im such a child but I know and you know that there is something very very small between us and thank god because you light my dark mornings up.

You look damaged. You look like you don't open up to many people cause you seem scared and torn in a way I also have been. You smile but it is torn away fast as though you don't want want to be seen. But you should show your beautiful smile more because I enjoy it. You seem like someones broken you into a million pieces and its been a long time and its wearing you down. I want to know your story. I want to understand the way you feel because I can just tell you have been shattered for way to long. And so have I. So tell me your story cause I want to know.