He smells of cigarette.
Slicked back hair. I like his trimmed beard. And his voice.
Don't get me started on his voice. Oh god. His Beautiful, Sexy voice.
There's a fine, fine line. I fell too hard.
It's his presence that changes me. I feel like something just rushes through me when he's around. He says I get awkward easily. It's true. He sees it.
Now a total bummer. He has a girlfriend and he's in a very committed relationship. I like his loyalty, I like how he adores his little niece. I like how he takes pride in real things. Love and friendship. I like when our music tastes match, and I get to sing with him. I like when he give compliments about me.
I no longer want to entertain this thought that - I like him. A whole damn much. This two months have given me so much. Before this semester, I was this quiet person, who had just one friend beside her, couldn't crack conversation with anybody but that friend and now I have friends who I can sing with, dance with and share deep dark secrets with. Yay.
He was there all along, in my english class. I never noticed him. Never spoke to him before. He was there, judging me. My presentations. My silence.
Then few days before finals, in one presentation, among the audience, a guy I saw in the back seat alone, nodding at me when I was sort of going blank with my speech. He was the one who actually made me go on. That was the first time I saw him and it was in the first semester, almost four months ago.
But now I am quite friends with him, I mean I don't know if he actually sees me as a friend. I don't speak much. I kind of...be there. And I like how it is.
There you go. My crush story. I hope I get over this. I don't want myself obsessing over a person. Nope. Not good for my self-esteem no matter how little I've got inside of me
Slicked back hair. I like his trimmed beard. And his voice.
Don't get me started on his voice. Oh god. His Beautiful, Sexy voice.
There's a fine, fine line. I fell too hard.
It's his presence that changes me. I feel like something just rushes through me when he's around. He says I get awkward easily. It's true. He sees it.
Now a total bummer. He has a girlfriend and he's in a very committed relationship. I like his loyalty, I like how he adores his little niece. I like how he takes pride in real things. Love and friendship. I like when our music tastes match, and I get to sing with him. I like when he give compliments about me.
I no longer want to entertain this thought that - I like him. A whole damn much. This two months have given me so much. Before this semester, I was this quiet person, who had just one friend beside her, couldn't crack conversation with anybody but that friend and now I have friends who I can sing with, dance with and share deep dark secrets with. Yay.
He was there all along, in my english class. I never noticed him. Never spoke to him before. He was there, judging me. My presentations. My silence.
Then few days before finals, in one presentation, among the audience, a guy I saw in the back seat alone, nodding at me when I was sort of going blank with my speech. He was the one who actually made me go on. That was the first time I saw him and it was in the first semester, almost four months ago.
But now I am quite friends with him, I mean I don't know if he actually sees me as a friend. I don't speak much. I kind of...be there. And I like how it is.
There you go. My crush story. I hope I get over this. I don't want myself obsessing over a person. Nope. Not good for my self-esteem no matter how little I've got inside of me
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