Dear diary,
I met someone. Well, not exactly met, I've been observing from afar (yes, typical me). He's been traveling by the same bus each morning with me to school. How come I've never noticed him before? And today I found out that he's going to the same school. Even better, he noticed me as well! How cool is that? We've been smiling at each other in the hallways ever since.
I don't know his name yet. He's tall, with dark curly hair (hidden under a funny winter hat outside in the cold), blue eyes, sweet smile. I couldn't get more from my silent observations. Of course I don't have the courage to come up to him and talk. And if he's the shy type as well, I might be waiting forever.
Like with Andrew. Not that he seems to be the kind of shy person I am, he just doesn't seem interested at all. He's living in the dorm since he's not from this city, so he's more inclined to talk to his dorm classmates and friends. All that's left for me is watching from afar. As always.
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Honest Diaries
Non-FictionA little insight into a high school girl's mind, falling in love with one boy that keeps his place in her thoughts throughout her life, struggling with her feelings.
