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Confession# 66

Today when I woke up, my intuitions were telling me something's good gonna happen my way. I went to private wearing my favorite dress and for some reason my curls seem all happy and bouncy. Sunsilk suits me.
When I got to the private I was already late for 10 mins. I had two options. Get late for Accounting or get late for Stat.Because I had two coaching today. I went for Accounting because I don't wanna miss those 10 mins for my stat class; you know why. But doing accounting class was a torture. I was craving to see McDreamy's face but sir seemed to delay teaching us maths. So I waited impatiently, hoping that boring class to end.Then after an hour it was done and I was determined today to sit in the front row, near McDreamy  in stat class. 
So I did! I got to sit in the front row and could see his face from up close.He was sitting right in front of me, face to face and aww he patted on my hair twice or maybe thrice I kind of forgot.
At first when I entered the room, it was all crowded and he was talking on phone. As I told you before I wanted a front seat so I was looking for one. Then I felt his touch on my hair, I looked at him, he was still busy on phone and pointed a direction to a seat upfront, I swapped my bag onto that one. And there, he gave me another pat on my head, saying out my name and telling me to sit down.I was smiling in my mind, and sat happily thinking- "Today's my lucky day."

While writing theories I felt another touch on my hair. I looked up and there he was; complimenting my hair. He told the girls my hair's like Maggie noodles. He said that to me once before, the time I put down my hair...Aww He remembered.He definitely has a thing for girl-hair and I have a thing for his shirt. You see, we are soul-mates!

He doesn't even know what he makes me feel.These silly things that he does, become my most cherished moments. 


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