But, how am I to talk to her?
My heart flutters just from a small glance.
Just sitting here, watching her from afar turns the world into a blur,
and my heart beats so loudly as I fall into her trance.
Her beauty is so hypnotizing,
Oh, you fool.
This is madness.
Wipe off your drool!
Take yourself out of this misery, this sadness.
Talking isn't the only kind of communication.
Writing is too.
It felt as if a bulb went on above my head,
I hurriedly pulled my copy towards me.
"Hi." I wrote and mentally read.
I jumped of my chair and to her I went not so swiftly.
Earning a shush for my clumsiness, I then sat next to her, quietly.
As my heart beat rapidly, towards her I push the copy.
Looked at me with a small smile, she,
and wrote a hi back, her handwriting slightly sloppy.
Expecting coldness, I was then astonished.
Just by her simple hi, some of my fears vanished.
YOU ARE READING
notebook
Short Storywhere a notebook becomes two people's start of something special //unedited// •photo credits to owner• -previously known as nick & ava's notebook- ~book 1 in thing series~
