I had hope as I walked into math class. Today was the day. Today had to be the day. I had to know him. Each day that passed without knowing him felt like an eternity. I didn't understand how someone I didn't even know already took such a big role in my life. He was the reason I woke up each morning for the hell called school. He was the reason I went to sleep each night. In hopes of dreaming of him. The curiosity that was bottled inside of me was ready to burst.
I walked over to my new seat. Being one of the first students in class had its advantages and disadvantages. You could quickly get into your seat but then you had to be stuck in the classroom longer than everyone else.
If I'm being honest I'm scared to meet him. What if he dosent like me? What if he's not even gay? Even if I couldn't be in a romantic relationship with him I still wanted at least a friendship.
Students continued opening and closing the classroom door. One by one everyone sat down in their seats. All except for one. Where was he? The first two days he doesn't show up to class are the first two days we have an opportunity to finally meet. As the period passed by and he still hadn't opened the door, I lose hope again.
Once the week ended and I do nothing in my room on Saturday night and I still know nothing of him my disappointment hits rock bottom. I never knew what it was like to want to know someone so badly. Now that I do, I really wish I didn't. So that night as I fall asleep I don't dream of much, because their was nothing for me to dream of anyways.
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His eyes
ספרות חובבים"I'm sorry, but we're over" I told him while looking down at my shoes. After a few seconds had passed, and he had yet to speak, I brought my head up to see if he had been listening. When I looked into the familiar striking green eyes, they had alrea...
