Everyday, every single day my feelings towards her grew deeper. I believed I would always fall inlove with her. To the point that
I felt the urge to be with her. With that thought, I know I want to pursue her but how can I? I am not someone who can express what’s on my mind.
I may have described her aesthetic being in my mind but I can never express it in words. Perhaps the opposite of me could but me?
I don’t think I can ever pursue her.
But I want to. These two thoughts
are battling in my mind.
“Hey, Noah!” my eyes flickered as someone snaped their fingers.
She’s talking to me. I am breathtakingly in mesmerized
and in dazed as I see her
directly looking at me.
“Noah, hey! Are you okay?” I snap back and flicker my brows in response.
“Um yeah. I am okay.” I muttered. I bent down to my desk.
‘Is this true?’ ‘Did she really just talk to me?’
‘Is this a delusion, a fantasy
or a figment of my imagination?
Wait. Do those three differ? Nonetheless, I should compose myself. But I feel dreamy, I feel like there’s something wrong in my stomach. Like there’s a million of butterflies lurking in my
stomach. I think I’m intoxicated by her. Am I feeling too much? Too overacting? And there goes the question again,
Am I normal?
I heard her sat beside me.
I feel like all my senses are active with her around. Wait, I’m getting OA again. ‘C’mon, Noah, compose yourself.’ I lift my head and gained
composure. She’s my seatmate.
It makes me really happy
and kinda nervous.
