talk me down ; phan

i n t r o d u c t i o n

d a n ;

i sit in the classroom, barely listening to the words the teacher is throwing at us. i look out the window to see the wind giving a leaf a slow dance. i focus on the green scenery outside of this agonizing room, admiring the few oak trees in the schoolyard. my thoughts are put to a pause when i hear the classroom door open, and a blue-eyed boy struts in, closing the door behind him.

he's beautiful, i think. my thoughts now flooded with his eyes, his hair, everything about him.

and that's how i met the love of my life, who doesn't even know i exist.