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the moment i passed through the school gates, i looked for you.
and there you were, sitting on the staircases that led to the door of an art teacher's class.
you were really cute– the girls' uniform suits you the most. the way you moved your nice brown shoes from side to side, looking up to sky, thinking about numerous things–
you are a gift from god himself.
i remember our first official meeting. you were walking past my locker in a hurry, causing me to drop my textbooks. you noticed this, and immediately helped me pick them up.
when handing them to me, your hands accidentally brushed mine, and for some reason, it caused something in me to jolt. some- thing like a spark.
you apologized to me, and of course, i said it was fine.
when you looked into my eyes, and gave me a bright smile,
i fell deeply in love.
and it was a necessity to to look at you from then on.
as i watched and reminisced; suddenly,
he came.
you smiled brightly when he sat next to you, and you soon chatted.
and then suddenly you chuckled loudly; a pink shade washing over your cheeks.
i clenched my fists, the strong negative emotion washing over me.
why wasn't i the one to make you chuckle that beautifully?
why wasn't i the one responsible of giving you that blush?
he touched you–hear me?- touched y o u–causing you to yelp, and push him lightly. your lips turned into a pout, and "hobi! i'm not a little kid!" came from your mouth.
he smiled brightly at you again.
the clench on my fist impossibly tightened, as my face scrunched up in pure rage and disgust.
i ' ll w i p e t h a t s m i r k o f f h i s w r e t c h e d f a c e.
