I have never really noticed what colour your eyes were, or how your laugh warms up the chilly winter air, or the faint pink tinge in your cheeks. But now---- I look into your eyes and find myself mesmerized in those brown depths, ever so conscious of how that pesky blush creeps into my cheeks whenever you stare at me. You smile and I catch myself just in time before I give myself away, before I return that smile with the dreamy one I feel inside.
I find myself absorbed in the mere fact that you like maths more than science, or that you prefer basketball over netball, or that you dislike brinjal. I pin every single thing you say to me up on the noticeboard of my heart, every single conversation I slowly savour like a steaming cup of hot chocolate, every grin we share a dusting of icing sugar.
Sometimes I find myself on the verge of obsession, a cup filled to the brim with blind affection.
Too often I slip into daydreams---wistful dreams and fantasies about you.
Time comes to a standstill whenever our eyes lock.
The emotions inside me all mix together, like paint of many different colours. They churn at the pit of my heart, all gooey and viscous. And out from that mix of colours, a mob of butterflies rise and flutter up to my mind. The feelings I feel so deep down inside when you're around me are ever so confusing, yet ever so sweet. My diary is filled with thoughts of you, the pages all feverish with foolish infatuation.
I do not know whether you feel the same as I do, or whether your heart beats at the same pace as mine when you're beside me. I once declared:" I will never ever ever fall head over heels with a boy." But now--- that has changed too, because of you.
