I've Found You

Eighth Grade

She's in my homeroom again. Also in my math class. This will be the year.

Finally, in the middle of the year, I have made some progress. My assigned homeroom seat is near her friends, so she often comes over to talk to them. God, she is beautiful, especially when she laughs. If possible, this year she is even more beautiful than she was last year. Her glasses are replaced by contacts, her hair even longer and shinier, and there is just an aura to her, as if she is more confident. I hope she has no boyfriend. I will have to talk to our mutual friend.

More time has passed. I've worked with her on some math projects, and she is so charming, smart, and kind. I wish I could work up the guts to talk to her friend that speaks my language. Soon, maybe.

GREAT NEWS. I've talked to the friend, and it appears that she has no boyfriend. I was very casual, and I doubt she suspects a thing. I haven't told my male friends either, though I suspect some of them are as smitten with her as I am. If only there was some way to see how she felt.