I admit,
I was afraid to love.
Not just love,
But to love her.
For she was a stunning mystery. she carried things deep inside her that no one has yet to understand,
And I,
I was afraid to fail,
Like the others.
She was the ocean
And I was just a boy...
“In a sea of people, My eyes will always Be searching for you.”
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Drawing a line? Drawing a line to cross it!
Maya
*****
I started taking deep breath, as my heart beat increase. I don't know why I said that to him, why do I care if she is his girlfriend or not. What is happening to me why I'm behaving like a lost girl, who doesn't know what she wants in her life. It has been only a week that I've meet him, but it's feels like we have known each other forever. No... No! This is not right.
I heard the warning bell as I made my way towards the classroom. I have art lecture, there is no benches in art room we all have to sit on the floor. I went on the further back of the room as I put the things which I'll be needed. I was arranging the colours and different types of brushes, as I saw the teacher enter into the class. We all wished her as she said to paint anything that we want, she also gave us idea that we should paint something which inspire us. I block everyone out as I focused on what should I draw into the canvas. This is not the first time I'm painting. Besides reading I like to paint, this are the few things that I like to do. A smile broke on my face as I got the perfect idea, I took brush as I dip it in the black colour. And automatically my hands started to drew the image which was on my mind. I was so into my painting that I didn't notice that someone was watching my every movement.
***** Ivan
I saw her smiling as she started to paint something into her canvas, she was looking so beautiful. She doesn't even notice that the other people are here too, teacher told us to paint something inspiring. And I know what I'm going to draw, I started painting the features into the canvas as I keep picturing her mysterious eyes which has captured me into her spill, her beautiful smile. Whenever she smiles it's makes my heart flutter. Everything about her is so memorizing, that no one can take their eyes off of her. After completing the painting I look at it and then looked towards my angle, I shook my head as I thought not a painting can describe her, she is not beautiful... She is breathtaking. This painting doesn't give justice to the beauty who is sitting far away the Conner of the room, hiding from the world. I know I should be upset by the way she talked to me at the locker room. But I'm not or rather I should say I can't because it was my choice to get to know her, want to be there for her, make her trust and believe in me. It is my fault that I'm not giving her enough time, how can I aspect her to believe in me when I haven't given her enough reason to believe in me or trust me. I don't blame her, for not trusting in me and so what I made her smile at that day, that doesn't means that she will feel comfortable around me. I have to take baby steps, just looking at her wants me to protect her like she is made up of China, too much pressure and it will break down. And I don't want that, I don't want her to feel like she has to open up to me. I don't want her to feel that is is suffocating. I don't want that.
