Fanaa

Crush

The first time I saw you I saw a grumpy man, always sitting around on his phone. I could have sworn that the oversized leather jacket and coloured hair didn't fit.

I did not pay attention at the beginning, I said to myself that I didn't care. You were not even preety to me with your slim body and pale skin. Your friends caught my eye but not for long. Soon I did not pay attention to them either.

I fell in love with the music you guys sang, the way it picked my soul up so easy, just like a river picks up flower petals on its way.

It always felt perfect. Then came the second time I saw you, you had green hair and I couldn't stop thinking how it perfectly suited your gummy smile. I had to admit that I never saw anyone smile like that.

The attention was growing.

The third time I saw blond hair and you were wearing a suit. You were dancing along with the other members and it was beautifully sharp but yet again I stopped myself from even learning your name.

You always coloured your hair, and you always wore different jackets.

You always changed your image, from a biker to a flower boy.

But the thing is, I remember your smile, your face, your eyes and lips. And since those things always floated in my head somewhere, I allowed myself to even remember your name.

I guess for the first time in a long time, I've developed a crush on someone.