Short Story : Lost
My 'friend' was like a puzzle
Unsolvable.
No matter how hard you tried, usually
I got awfully close but never really managed to pull it all together.
She look at me with envious looks & make brusque comments.
I wonder why she could be jealous of me. Of all the people.
I mean I wasn't very pretty.
In a matter of fact, I had ordinarily looks, nothing you would called beautiful
As I expressed on my poetry, there was a boy with slivery blue eyes.
At first, my friends & I thought he kept staring at my friend and liked her.
Then I turned out he was staring at me.
One of he's friends told me he supposedly like me.
I always caught him staring at me, the the awkwardness hung in the air for a short time, then I looked down.
It was basically a staring contest
I was confused
I felt so weird & tingly inside
Butterflies were fluttering once again
My face Turing a shade of scarlet
I started to sort of like him
I could never seem to meet his eyes
His eyes the color of the moon so sliver tinted baby blue.
I always seem to catch people staring at me.
Perhaps my taste in music, my way of dressing, my weirdness or my loathsome face
I was never quite sure.
Neither I'm I today
👋'Ello, lovely reader. Thank you for wasting your time & reading this crappy life story! 👍🙉
Anybody else feelin' like you don't belong in the picture?😓😭
Just an echo without a voice. Invisible. Or it's only meh?
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A Silent Kiss
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