Trust Me

I think you're pretty. If pretty was just a simple word, I wish your name would be known to the whole world.
          
          It's because you're pretty in a way that couldn't be described in art. They could place you in an art gallery beside a Monet and I won't be able to tell you apart.
          
          I think you're pretty. If pretty was a place, the stars and moon would come down to earth. They want to be in your grace while still complaining about how there wasn't a better place in the universe.
          
          I'm sure you're pretty. If pretty has a sound, your voice will be the one that I heard. I will record it on my phone and replay it in the morning, so there will be no need for the singing of a bird.
          
          So, trust me. You're really pretty. If pretty was subjective depending on each person, I would forever agree that you are it's most perfect definition.

I want to be in a relationship, but not the kind that we have in this generation. I want the kind of relationship where he will kneel down and ask me for a date after a confession.
          
          Ask me for a date, but not the type of date where we buy popcorns and go watch a movie. I want us to have dinner and take a long walk home where you will ask me questions to get to know me.
          
          I don't care if you don't buy me my favourite things or my favourite flowers. I won't get hurt, but I will get hurt if you suddenly ghosted me and don't reply after a few hours.
          
          I want to be in a relationship, but not the kind that's loud on the phone and silent face to face. I want the kind of relationship where he can make me talk and laugh no matter the place.
          
          The kind of relationship that makes me want to give my all, without the fear of being told it's not serious. Instead, he will reassure me and let me know where he goes even when I'm not curious.
          
          I want to be in a relationship, but not the kind that lasted only a few months. I want the kind of relationship where we both sure that the other is the one.

I LIKE HIM 
          
          I like him, even though I know he's not a perfect guy. His appearance is not that great to show but his intelligence is something that I admire. But don't misunderstand, to me he's still the most handsome guy. The way he shows his smile can burn my cheeks like it was on fire.
          
          I like him and I wish I could be more brave. Instead of just dreaming in bed, I want to approach him and ask, 'can I have your number?' And then we will chat, talk and laugh until all the memories are engraved. I will wake up in the morning and ask myself, 'Am I drunk or am I sober?'
          
          But that won't happen because I am too shy. He's like a star that I can only graze from afar. But then he looked this way, our eyes met and I could feel the butterfly. It made me want to get closer to him even though the distance is like Jupiter and Mars.
          
          I like him, so much that it's annoying. How could I not? During the day and night only he occupied my mind. Still, I didn't stop dreaming that he's the one I will be marrying. Unfortunately, such a fairy tale won't ever be mine.

I have a fever. Because of one novel, I became obsessed with any male with a red hair characters. Good thing the novel doesn't have any romance. That character also doesn't have any love interest so I could claim him all by myself.
          
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Someone Called Crush : Chapter Seventeen
          
          "That's great. I brought them to study with us. They also need to improve their maths, just like you guys." 
          
          Ah, how can I forgot? Out of all the 244 students, only ten people actually pass the maths exam in mid term. So, even though they are in the smarter class, when it comes to maths, they just like us. Only Ryder is an exception. Even the teachers wonder if he's an alien who only eat books. 
          
          "He asked us whether we want to join your study group. We would prefer for him to just study with us. But when we heard that Nina is actually in this group, we know we could do nothing about it. I'm sure he must want to be with her," Ryder's best friend, Aaron, shrugs. Ryder kicks his leg first before going to take a sit in front of me. 
          
          "You're here. I thought you would never come," I say to him. 
          
          "I said to you that I will think about it. By thinking, I mean, it's whether asking them to join me or just me being here to study with you guys. Not study with you has never been an option," he smiles. 
           

Someone Called Crush : Chapter Sixteen
          
          "Ryder?" I look at him in surprise. I don't expect the first person to approach me would be him. Isn't he supposed to avoid me? 
          
          "Is there anything you need from me?" 
          
          "I need to borrow you," he answers and that catch me by surprise again. 
          
          "What?" I ask, dumbfounded. 
          
          "I don't have the time to explain and we need to hurry." He begins to grab my hand and drag me, leaving me with a no choice but to run with him. I could hear the cheers from some of my classmates as I run with him. I'm sure that we must look like a real couple right now. 
          
          "Ohhh! Looks like we have a winner already! It's not just by himself but he even brought his girlfriend with him!" 
          
          Oh, I knew this would happen. My face must be really red like a boiled crab right now. There's no way I could hide it. The whole school is watching us. I have the urge to turn around and run. I would have did it already if not for the tight grip on my hand. 
          
          "And there they are! Why he's the only one who brought a girl? Is it have anything to do with the task given to him? Let's see the thing he needs to borrow!"
          
          I try to catch my breath after running very fast like that. Ryder looks like he only a little out of breath. He gave the emcee the paper and he opened it. I begin to feel really curious about what the task actually is that he needs to borrow me. 
          
          "Here it is. The thing he needs to borrow is... The prettiest girl in your guild!" 
           

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Someone Called Crush : Chapter Fifteen
          
          As I thought to myself, I didn't realize that I stare at him for a little bit too long until he looks at me and asks. 
          
          "Why don't you take a picture instead? You can look at it as long as you want." He smirks and I could feel my cheeks burn. Then I smile at him teasingly. 
          
          "I don't bring my phone. Why don't you send me your picture instead? The sexiest one would be the best." I decided to be shameless to tease him. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to give me the reaction I want and come to me instead. 
          
          "What kind of picture?" he whispers near my ear. His sudden actions caught me off guard. Why is he suddenly like this? Is this truly the Ryder I know? 
           

Someone Called Crush : Chapter Fourteen
          
          "Your first time trying the ice skating?" 
          
          "Yes. The first time ever in my life," I reply and he smirks. 
          
          "I can teach you how to ice skate if you want." 
          
          "Really? But won't your girlfriend got jealous?" I ask the question to test him. 
          
          "Don't worry, I don't have a girlfriend." 
          
          "Is that so? Umm. But no thanks." 
          
          "Why? Are you afraid that your boyfriend will get jealous if he knew about it?" It's his turn to ask me the question. 
          
          "No. I don't have a boyfriend. I just promise my bestfriend that I will spend most of the time with her today." I grab Aya and hold her hands. 
          
          "Okay then. Tell me if you ever changed your mind," he says before go skating on his own. I just smile at his statements. 
          
          After all, there's no way I would ever change my mind. Not if that person is him.