a love as pure as mine

soft eyes & pretty hair

i think the first time i saw you was in the hallways. you had a blank stare on your face, looking straight ahead like every other person in that goddamn school. you didn't look my way, and i didn't expect you to. that was a few years ago,
and you've really changed. 

you never really stood out to me, especially not to me those few years ago. but it was only recently when I realized who you were.
and i appreciated you for it.

i remember sitting next to you in history class, the teacher droning on and on about geography and boring stuff but you were interested in it. the whole class was so incredibly easy that even the people who slept during class could get a good grade, but as the perfect student you were, you always listened, and took notes with your black pen and your terrible handwriting.

you were staring at the board, but i was staring at you.

 whenever you smiled your whole face would light up and split into two and it would make me happy inside.  i always tried to make you laugh. your smile was always so inviting and kind and whoever could witness it was so, so lucky. 

you were a boy of soft eyes. soft eyes that could be drawn perfectly onto soft paper with soft, soft charcoal. 

and you had pretty hair, that you always said you needed to cut and i never objected but deep down inside, i was so against it. your curly hair reminded me of spring, and running through fields of tall, tall grass and pretty flowers and laying down in the grass, feeling the wind in your hair and the breeze against your cheek, and the sun was smiling down upon you. 

i wish i could have put flowers in your hair. i think dandelions would have went well. 

i remember when we would always play around during that class, telling jokes sometimes and talking about our lives. you told me how much you loved running and how you were going to states and i would always notice how you got excited and your smile got a lil wider. 

soon enough, though, that class ended and we were growing older and it was the start of the next school year. i was sad to leave that class. i was sad to leave our memories in that class. and i could only hope you remembered them. 

i had loved you in such a platonic way that i considered you such a close friend.

the last time i saw you was in the hallways, that same blank stare in your face. 

but when you saw me, you smiled a little, only a little, and you raised a hand to wave.

and my heart exploded a little.