I like to start this notes to you with “Hey” again as if we’re already been in a middle of long long conversation before. I pretend that we’re only an innocent teens that still young and have a good spirit in our soul for school. As opposed to what we actually are, two people who don’t even know each other’s name and the fact that I only saw you in a middle of a small dusty library where we both agree that I love to read a novel as much as you read a novel. I guess we also both agree that you’ve never seen me before which is probably a hundred percent right. I mean i’m not a go public person like I almost invisible to catch in the eyes so yeah no wonder someone won’t notice me in the first place.
“Oh dear God what wil he say?” I wonder after sent those texts. I turn on my phone then turn it off again, go back to turn in on then I go online then off line again as well as counting every hour and second of the day. I wait impatiently as it boots up, and my breath catches in my chest until I hear a notification sounds. “Who is this?”. I hear nothing. Not even a sound of the crowded kids at school in the cafetaria. Just the beat of my own heart. I have a text. From you.
Then I screwed
