{Author's note: ~I'm new, and I suck so… Please keep yourselves from sending hate, and if you could suggest anything that can possibly lead to my being better, do not hesitate ;)~

Disclaimer: Everything stated in this story is pure fiction only, so if someone with your name here died, it doesn't mean I want the person dying to be you. kk xo-}

True love isn't something you can measure. It isn't defined by how much you helped a person, or crave for the person.

It's that moment, this moment, when true love is the subject, and someone special just magically pops in your head.

That moment, this particularly memorable moment, when you see someone, or are with someone, and suddenly, it seems like It's just you and him.

It's that moment, when someone asks you why you love a certain person, and you just don't know how to answer, because you do not know what to answer. You just love him, you just do.

That's true love.

And me, I'm gonna tell you how I find mine.

It all started when I was still a first year student. It's been a week after the first day of school.

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I was sitting at the back row, with my friends. I was a transferee, you see, so I found it hard to actually have decent conversations with the others. These people I was with, talked to me first.

We were buzzing over cafeteria food, I think, when the door opened and the Discipline Coordinator, Ms. C, walked in. She was with a young man, say younger than me, and shorter than me. About 5'1, wearing a black jacket with white pin stripes over a yellowish t-shirt and black pants. He looked incredibly intimidating, and a bit shy.

I still remember hearing the other girls hissing, saying something about his looks and complimenting it. I don't know if they intended for him to hear, because the volume of their voice were quite louder than usual.

Hearing the others, I took a quick scan on the boy's face, and I must say, it was dashing. He had the perfect eyes, with the medium shade of brown, and lids perfectly fitting. His face was structural, it matched the shape of his lips.

He didn't look at any of the students, he just kept staring at the floor. Even when he sat, he didn't take his eyes of the tiled covering.

I don't know about the others, but my first impression of him, was 'weird'.

{please do talk to me, i like making friends ktnxbai}