From a butterfly to a butterfly, it was somehow hard to believe that two kids could be so love foolish. Falling in love at first sight, maybe love wasn't as dreamy as it seemed. After all, with the crap they've been through, the two ex-lovers will a...
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"DO YOU FEEL THE LOVE?"
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JANUARY 18, 2014 — 12:10 PM.
I sat alone after finally getting the peace and quiet I needed—considering that these days, Beomgyu and his friends wouldn't leave me alone. Of course, his friends would've granted me the space I needed, but even when I asked for it, Beomgyu would yell at them for making me mad (while not taking the hint I need space from him too.) It's alright, though—I enjoy his company just as much as I enjoy my own.
And it's not like he's noisy or anything—in all honesty, I enjoy his company a little too much. He's like a shadow, someone who lingered and shared love with me. At the library, he'd lay against me, sitting with his knees to his chest as he read comic books. At times, he'd fall asleep, but even so, he'd wake up again and kiss me—all before going back to reading.
When he's playing basketball, he constantly tried to impress me—and all I could do was laugh at his many attempts to do so. Even the four decided to make fun of him for his cute acts, love-drunk on freshman love with me.
But these days, exams are coming up. I'm stressing over them—mainly because history had been putting its toll on me. I've always hated that stupid class. So, I've been at the library these days—and the only reason Beomgyu couldn't come is that he has basketball practice. However, since mom wants me home early today, I had to fit it into my lunchtime.
Beomgyu is probably wondering where I am—and soon enough, I'll have to be explaining why I'm at the library and not eating. I itched my head with that blue pen I always keep around, writing down about George Washington and whatever he did again.
"Excuse me, could I sit here?" A boy asked suddenly, leaning down as he pressed down the many textbooks in his hands. "You're right near the books I need, so..."
"Yeah, go ahead!" I grinned slightly, beckoning to the seat in front of me. "You can have it."
"Thank you, thank you so much," He bowed slightly, taking a seat in front of me. "You seem like the study-person too. If you need to rent a few books, I'll put in a good word for you with the librarian. What's your name?"
