When I got to school on monday, I told my friends what happened. They kept insisting that maybe there was a reason. Maybe he was shy or something. But I knew it wasn't true.I knew for him I was just this kid who appeared everywhere at school (everywhere I went, there he was). And I should have known it! But I'm too optimistic, and although people say this is something good, it's not. Somewhere in my head I believed that one day, during break or lunch time he would come and kiss me. I knew it was not gonna happen, at the begginig.
Time passed and I got eaven more obsessed. Everytime someone said his name my heart started beating faster. I had the feeling that he was mine. No one could talk to him or about him because I owned him. Somewhere in my mind I did, or thought I did. I became crazy. Sometimes I eaven imagined I was talking to him, and pictured him next to me. And my mind still told me he was secretly inlove with me, and that one day he would come and kiss me.
Eaven the day he left I still had the feeling that he would miss the plain to stay with me. But after one week without him appearing I started thinking he wouldn't. So I felt in depression. It was the hardest month and a half of my entire life, but now when I think about it I realise it is something kinda creepy, although in that moment it was real. My mind played me and made me become crazy. So now I just had to try to forget him. And surprisely I forgot him quite fast! So I carried on with my normal life.
