I Don't Want To Say It

July 12

I love him, I don't know why, I just do. A normal wave or just a simple smile, makes me want to hug him. I want him to never leave my side, I want him to stay with me, no matter how difficult or hard the problem is, but doesn't that sound like a fairy tale? Of course it does, those little fairy tales I've read as a child aren't true at all, but they're simple, romantic, and beautifully written. That's what makes a book simply incredible. This morning he came up to me, waved, and said,

"Good morning Victorique!"

"Good morning." I replied forcing a frown, as I continued reading my book, it was the history of Poland, until he interrupted me in the middle of my reading.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine."

"Me too." He leaned in close to me, so close! I felt my face flushing with a shade of cherry red;

"Oi, Victorique, what are you reading." I looked up, continuing to force my frown.

"O-Oh, I'm um... Reading the history of Po-Po-Poland." I said stuttering.

"Cool!" He said smiling.

"Hey, Victorique,"

"Yes?" I wanted him to admit his love to me, although I don't know if he loves me back, but he only sees me as a friend, and I don't wanna be the one who makes a move.

"I think you shouldn't hide your eyes with your bangs, trim them." Darn it!

"Wh-Why's that?" He lifted my bangs up, and his finger touched my forehead!

"Well, because your eyes are beautiful, and hiding them would just be saying you don't want to show them to the world." My heart was beating so quickly, I felt like the lid on my heart was gonna explode.

"You should go now, you're just gonna bother me while I'm reading." I said quickly.

"Oh," He lifted his finger away from me.

"I'm gonna go home right now, bye." He walked away slowly, did I made him sad? I think I did, I kind of regret it. I covered my face with the book, and started blushing, this time, I wasn't blushing as much as when he touched my forehead.