She..

   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.

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