Hella Heart Eyes

Dear Genie

I watched him through the windows. I saw him laughing with his friends, his hair caught in the wind. I longed for him to approach me. What was I but a lovestruck girl?

Sigh.

When I went home, I wrote in my journal.

"Dear genie,

Please make him mine. I want the boy with jet black hair, I can see how good he'd be for me. If you do that for me, I'll give you anything - except my clothes or my youth or... ugh."

I wonder what it'd take for me to summon a genie. I know genies don't exist but I don't know what to do to make someone fall in love with me. He was so nice, so kind, so lovely and beautiful - I've thought about nothing else but him these last few days.

Do you know what he writes? Poetry. I saw him throw away his notes at the end of our class, I dug them through the trash during our breaks and saw how tormented he was. I was nothing but a stranger he helped, I can see how I could help him.

I can see the light in his eyes. Not the one that everyone else sees.

I clenched my fists as I stood, walked up to my mirror and said to myself - "Make him yours."

With that, I've since known my goal. That is to capture the heart and soul of a raven haired boy.

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Next day, I went to school. I wore what I usually wear, there is nothing different about me on the outside. On the in, I felt myself tremble. How shall I approach him?

Biology. I put my hands on my chin, watching him from the corner of my eye. I didn't even have a plan.

What should I say?

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Halfway done with this class, all I heard was the teacher droning on and on and on.

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The first time we met, I slipped on the stairs. I tried to get to class and my books were scattered on the floor. Everyone passed, even the janitor.

Except for... you know.

I was on the floor, resigned with a messy bun on my head. I remember sighing. I gathered my books and heard a "hm."

My eyes looked up to the bright hallway lights, there I saw him. My first memory of him.

"Need some help?"

I daintily shrugged. Where is my dignity? I'm on the dirty floor, looking messy.

"Sure," I said.

He crouched down and helped me gather my books. His short-sleeved uniform revealing his slight biceps. So natural.

I want to touch it.

I sat on the floor, not realising that I'm doing nothing but stare. He's so nice, I thought.

He helped me up and gave me my books and walked away.

"Be careful," he said before he went. I saw a smile on his lips as he said that.

I've only been thinking about him since.