And after that incident, our fight, we somehow started talking again. I started crushing on you again, because how could I not when you were sitting next to me in every single class we had together. You even sat next to me every lunch break. It felt like what happened a few months ago, never happened, and we were just getting to know each other. I started to think about you a lot more and wanted to be the reason of your beautiful, crooked smile, that one that reaches your breathtaking blue eyes and gives you wrinkles in the sides of your cheeks and next to your eyes. I wanted to be the one causing that heartwarming laugh of yours. I wanted you to think about me all the time, just like I was thinking about you. Wandering through your mind when you are concentrating on something entirely different. I wanted you to hate that you couldn't think normally again, just like I was doing. I wanted you to stumble on your words when you were talking to me, because you were nervous, just like I was rambling to you on and on about the weather and all those kind of things. And I was still curious, I still wanted to figure you out. Maybe that was my personality, I needed to know why people were the way they were. I strongly believed in that people are the way they are because of things that happened to them. So when you were still holding back a bit, not telling anything about yourself or your feelings, I was wondering what happened. I tried to be the one you could open up to, I wanted to be that one desperately who you could break down to, tell all your worries, even when you found them totally unimportant, because I thought it was important, I thought you were important.
And somehow you made your way to my heart, after all those times I told myself not to. I don't know how you did it, because I told myself that I wouldn't let that happen again. I told myself don't get too attached, watch out, you'll get your heart broken again, but somehow you were still there in my mind, stuck, a permanent place, like a tattoo. And I could've tried making the thoughts of you go away and try to scrub you off like you were something on my skin, but I was already too far gone. You wouldn't go anywhere.
