Dear Andy,
Don't look at me that way mister? If you do that again, I might do something really outrageous my parents might disown me. Keep the awesomeness down will you and don't stand in an angle with the sun behind you. It makes me question your being.
I've become an energy ball. The schedule is like how it use to be. Hectic. Full to the brim. But at the end of the day, I get to see you smile at me. Thats' enough fuel for the next day.
I read your messages during breaks. My friends have notice the sudden blush on my cheeks and the hidden smiles. What did you do to me? I've read them five or more times, I don't freaking know. It still electrifies me, and I eagerly wait for sunset.
I wait for the familiar orange hue background when I pass by the school gates. Like how everything is set in the movies. The right timing and scene. Just before I make the turn out of here. I feel your eyes on me.
Those eyes calm me down. They are gentle and expressive. We know without talking. I like your straightforwardness. You move me to also look at you with the same intensity. We always play this game before we go our separate ways.
I hate it when you smile too. Because when you do, that's when my knees wobble and the butterflies go wild. Thats' when I surrender. Chat you tonight and I'll see you tomorrow Andy. Same timing. Same scene. Just us and no one else.
Grace❤
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