End of January. Maths lesson.
Just another typical day.
But I had to make a confession:
That routine no longer obtained.
Cause I caught myself being stared
At the boy sitting not far from me:
Rather slim, with blue eyes and dark hair.
In a jacket suited so perfectly!
Am I cursed or something? Oh, dear!
It was feeling I could describe
Like a crush and love with no fear,
And ineffable stunning vibe!
End of February. Being obsessed
Wrote a letter to him, put my pictures.
Kissed an envelope... Am I possessed?
Mesmerized by his lovely features?
I recieved his "Nay" in replay...
Couldn't stop loving. So silly!
I wish he'd love me sometime
Or I quit. Both are good. I mean it...
The school of love. A story by Sonia Iv
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