My concentration has completely flown out the window. I have half a clue what we were learning in options today. And now we are supposed to be doing a problem, but I am considering leaving. I've been listening to the playlist all class. And I followed it. I wonder if he knows yet, or when he will. I wonder if he cares. I wonder if it is about me. I wonder if he has changed. I wonder if this is all in my head. This problem in class is the kind of thing that normally would interest me - a puzzle. But now I'm concerned with another puzzle - an emotional one. Finding metaphors in music. And trying to solve the puzzle of Brett - I still don't know what I think about him. You know - the easiest way to solve this puzzle probably would be by talking to him.
YOU ARE READING
When we were young
RandomA story of a certain part of my life. It may sound crazy - but it's true, and still happening. I might be writing my love story as it happens, but you will have to wait to see.
