Bits Before: This is based on a true story. Well, it's basically a recollection of my first crush and me stalking him. Ha! This is embarrassing, to be quite honest.
Watching Him
She watches him in class. Every morning, she would sit in
her place and her eyes would stray over to him. She would note his outfit—today
he is wearing a red tie and a white shirt. Dashing,
she thought to herself.
She tells herself to stop looking. She thinks her friends
know about her… attraction towards him. But… she can’t help it. She likes
watching him. She watches his serious expression as he tries to understand the
concept of vectors. She watches him twirl his pen in his hands—he is a drummer,
he said during their first meeting. She watches him yawn, and she giggles to
herself in her head.
She is amused— during free time, he is hardly ever
serious, always rambunctious, and generally making a huge fuss over nothing.
That gap… it was interesting.
He was interesting.
He wasn’t a person of good looks. His appearance was that
of a normal boy’s—and yet… she finds herself drawn to him.
It was his personality, his confidence, his always
cheerful persona. It was him. Just him.
She doesn’t dare to tell anyone, even though she has
suspicions that her friends knew about it. Let them assume. She will not tell.
She has never felt this way before— the fluttering of the
heart, the goosebumps trailing her skin, the rush of blood to her face— everything
felt so new, so exhilarating, so… confusing.
So she does not approach.
She continues to watch.
Sciurus
carolinensis.
-Late 2011
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