Under the influence

Mulan

I was a fool to think that I was unable to love you. I remember the first time I met you , how your chocolate brown eyes stared at my friend and I amused at our childish antics. I remember how annoyed she was , because every girl in our school seems to have this air of envy towards you.

You're so oblivious to it all. I couldn't agree with her irritation though , how could I when I was enthralled by the beauty that you were and still are. And than the year that followed you were in my English class , looking as beautiful as every poem we've discussed in that class.

For some reason I'd stare at the back of your head , mesmerized by the black mane flowing graciously down your back. After a while you began to speak to me , and suddenly I wasn't so sure I loved English for Mr Browns discussions anymore. And then you began to smile at me , you began to tease me for the girls you thought I was into.

Too oblivious to notice that it was in fact you that had my brown skin painted a rosy colour every now and then. I notice the armour you wear , protecting you from all the useless assumptions floating around about you in school. And the more I watched , the more your subtle strength began to tug at my ice cold of a heart.

I distinctly remember walking in class and seeing something in you changed , something called jealousy tore at my being because perhaps the rumours about you losing your virginity were true. I was a fool to think that I could ever prevent myself from caring for you. Because the truth is Mulan , I think I've loved you since the first time I saw tears spill from your eyes. From the very first time you let your armour fall off.

                             -Liyah Smith