throughout our supper i found myself more and more attracted to you. i found myself studying your facial features, which, on hindsight, was probably creepy.
i don't think i've ever studied anyone so intensely. based on society's standards, you were not considered attractive or cute. but you were amazing to me. the way you laughed so easily, cracked funny jokes hilariously, with animated hand gestures to accompany them, and had an intelligent light in your eyes simply captivated me. you were so natural, and it drew me in. i couldn't explain it then, and i still can't now, three months later as i write this.
did you notice the way i kept looking at you? well, i don't think you did. you were talking to the boy sitting next to you. like i had said before, i'm normally quite social in a situation like this because i don't find it that hard starting a conversation with people.
but i was silent this time, apart from maybe saying a few words. i kept observing you and listening to your conversation.
i was falling hard for you and there was nothing to break the fall.
YOU ARE READING
for the boy in the cruise.
No Ficciónthis is for the boy I met in the cruise. the boy who never returned any feelings for me. the boy whom I'll never see again. (everything I write in this book is completely what I experienced. I am recording every detail down to keep track of the c...
