My face flushed with fervor when his bright cerulean eyes look at me, amicably. I get this strange feeling in my stomach every time he talks to me at the cafeteria, facing me in front in the crowded table. I don't why I'm feeling like this toward him. I supposed to loathe him like with everyone else. I supposed to make him miserable and shallow by making his life a living hell. Unfortunately, I failed to attempt all these things to him because of this benevolent devotion.
But why am I feeling so happy and stimulating? It's so weird and unusual to sense this kind of love, especially to a boy who I supposed to abhor.
I drag out a cigarette on an ashtray by the side of the table, lick on my upper lip blandly and glue my eyes on the TV in front. My mind has been on him all afternoon long, and I just can't stop visualizing him smiling through his bright white teeth, no matter what I do. This love is strange yet fascinating and maybe one day I will come out from the closet and come clean to the raven personally..
One day.
I was half-awake writing this.