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Confession*62

SO Apparently my confessions nowadays have been mostly about "Him." You know what? I should name him something. Almost every girl gives a special name to her secret crush(like McDreamy, McSteamy,Eyecandy). And that name stays within herself, her friends crowd or her sister. Whereas, the pet name I am gonna give my secret crush is gonna stay within this blog.

When I see him the first thing that pops into my head is that I love him, no matter what. I just do. When he's around me, the first thing I always seem to notice about him is the shirt he's wearing. And his perfume. It drives me crazy. And his height.:') "McDreamy." There. I named my secret crush.

I often get shocked at myself for having this long lasting crush. Every day I find a new thing about him that develops a constant source of my distraction and attention toward him. Today I was 5 min. late for class, and rushing toward the hallway. And he seemed to arrive there at the same time. We kind of took the first step on the staircase together. He was just beside me with the attendance book in his hand, and I on the other side was with my schoolbag on one shoulder, peeking up at him through my lashes. I didn't see his face though. But I caught a glimpse at his white-blue check shirt. That's when I realized about the thing that always manages to grab my attention-
His shirts! Weird, no? Am I into him or his shirts? 
I should have look at him properly to the face and greet him Good Morning. Because that's what students are supposed to do to their teachers when they meet them. Instead, I showed a massive ignorance of his being there side by side taking stairs with me. I was on a rush to get into my class so I just took the stairs as fast as I could. That's the second weird thing- When he's away I want him around me, when he's around I wanna be away. When I reached to the second floor I swept away to my class. And almost took a backward glance. It kind of appeared like a movie scene. I headed to the left hallway and him to the right.
The first period was Accounting and obviously my mind was someplace far. I was replaying the scene that just happened a moment ago. I was thinking otherwise. That "maybe it wasn't him. For I didn't see his face! It could just be another teacher taking stairs with me//// yeah that could be it."
But I didn't make up my mind yet. The only way to find it out if it was him was the shirt, I could recognize him by the shirt he wore today. The next class was his, so I eagerly waited for the bell to ring. The 40 mins. seemed like an eternity.
Meanwhile I was thinking, meeting him like that was not really a co-incident. It was rather a serendipity. A wonderful stroke of luck-having him as someone I started my day with. But then again, it could be someone else I'd passed onto.

Fortunately, the bell rang and after a while I could see the same white-blue check shirt that I had seen in the morning. It was him! My McDreamy! <3



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