February of 2018,

Back when I was only thirteen,

In a new school nothing similar to the one I was in,

Love is something I never believed in,

But all that was changing...

On a normal confusing day just like the past few,

In a crowded classes, all the faces new,

Teachers speaking of subjects and words I never knew,

Bored I looked around, everyone had at least ten new books besides them and I had like two,

Restless and nervous I looked around to find anyone with a few,

My eyes got stuck somewhere my heart had skipped a beat from,

Straight body posture, shoulders sharp, neck straight, back flat hand on her waist she sat.

Was she a supermodel or something,

With only a glimpse of her back and left check I was now alert,

For an entire hour and a third my curiosity would get the best of me and I starred,

Waiting for her to look back, at least once.

       She never did.

Walking out of class, shy as ever

Everyone colliding at the entrance, trying to get out of class as quickly as possible as if it's collapsing soon,

I stepped back a bit.

Eyes got bigger and hyperventilated

As blood rushed to my brain and back,

If beauty had a face I was looking at it,

I froze for a moment,

Time stopped and everything went mute,

I felt like I was right where I should be,

With her besides me,

Perfect jawline,

Her skin brown and fine,

Lips Scarlett red,

Eyes brown like a jade

She was thin but her curves well alined

She walked passed me and everything was back to normal.

At that moment, something changed with in me,

I wasn't the same.

She's way over there and I'm way back here

She looks back and my heart races, wait.... was she looking at me, no way.

I don't know her much and that's the whole point, I have to know her,

She's a walking beauty and I don't think there's is any harm her in making her mine,

Except for the fact that I can't talk to her.

Only thinking about it makes my heart pound like a drum line.

It's already been a week and I haven't mastered up the courage to approach her.

She's the reason I come to class everyday, to just look at her,

I promise myself to try and talk to her but I never do,

It's weird and I feel like I'm stalking her but I can't stop, it's easier this way

I can't concentrate when I know she's there, she's bad for me and I know it but I don't care.

It's a whole new sensation that runs through me whenever I think of her,

It's strange and beautiful and I like it,

I find myself unable to resist conversations involving her,

I want to talk to her but I can't,

I want to walk with her but I can't,

It really sucks.

At least I know her name,

It's the only thing that makes me feel attached to her.

She's like a my personal drug,

An addiction filled mug,

One I can't leave without,

Sipping on it without doubt

And once I start I just can't stop, I loose track,

Looking at her is perfectly compatible to it, she's my addiction my drug.

She's like a drug to me, I can't resist looking at her,

She talks to my friends and I sit there examining her,

Trying to to find a flaw in her,

I always draw a blank.

From her more than kissable lips To her more than sweet smile,

I love everything,

And that's when I haven't talked about her magnetic soft alluring voice.

And the way she walks, it's like she's knows someone's watching her, the elasticity in each and every step she takes

She doesn't know when she walks my hearts breaks.

A little bit of conversation never hurt anyone,

She is even more interesting than anyone I know,

I talked to her, not quite, I got involved in a conversation which she was in, quite a win for me.

I said something she liked and she smiled at me,

She knows how nervous she makes me,

My brain goes in a tsunami,

And I imagine a trip with her to Miami,

She likes movies, and music,

Which is sick,

I also like movies and music,

We had a special kind of chemistry.

Maybe now she knows she's my favorite show of all time,

That I like watching her and not saying anything,

This explains why she's changed how she looks at me or that she rarely does,

Everyone knows I like her,

I didn't think it showed that much,

Crazy I've never talked to her, alone,

She always ignores my presence when she's talking to my friends, I don't know if I'm invisible or just unattractive.

Or maybe she's as shy as I am.

I can't stand it anymore,

It's like the whole world knows how we feel about each other but we are too stubborn to tell each other,

Everyone tells me she likes me but I can't say,

Her friends, mine, random people,

Except that she doesn't show it at all,

Maybe she's as nervous as I am,

I think it's about time I shoot my shot,

Don't know if it will go through but it's a chance I'm willing to take.

My brain a mess,

It's because of her, no guess,

I can't handle all this stress,

I'm panting as if I've ran a race,

My heart uneasy and restless,

The race part, it's partially true, I'm on a love race,

And she's the prize.

My hand shakes with every word I write,

It's easier to write it than saying it out louder,

That's how shy I am,

With a few 'I loved you the first day I saw you ' and ' I will love you forever' I feel satisfied.

Only handing it to her would be the biggest challenge yet,

Unless I don't.

I make sure I leave class before she does,

The note, well it's reaching her alright,

But not through me, my deskmate,

He did what had to be done.