justtryingtotry
He was just sitting there,
next to me,
in English class.
He was a friend of a friend
and slowly becoming my friend.
He would tell jokes
and always make me laugh.
He always had something to say.
Him
It was Him who made the worst class,
with the worst teacher,
worth looking forward to.
But this was him. The fantasy that I didn't want anyone to know about. But, of course, right after getting dumped by a boyfriend that never really cared, and just made me feel worthless, there would be no jumping right back in.