I look. You look, see me looking. I look quickly away.
I look. You’ve been waiting and smile. I half-smile and turn away quickly. Blushing. I hear someone giggle. The embarrassment…
I look. You’re with your friends and they see me looking. I can hear the teasing laughter in my head whole day. You shrug it off coldly. Suddenly, I’m not so sure.
I don’t look. Not for a week. And a half. Not even in the library, when you sit across from me at the table our feet almost touching underneath the scent of you spilling across the table. Don’t look, I tell myself. Not once. I pour over my book.
It’s almost another week. I’ve been hiding behind my glasses. Head down, hair like a screen. My hearts breaking and I keep it locked tight. Get a grip on yourself, I tell myself. Even my friends give me weird looks.
Week 6, Day 5
Oh my god.
Week 6, Day 5-and-a-half
You talked! To me! For the first time! And smiled! Again!
I wish I could control my silly heart… I think you can hear it beating, it’s so loud!
Could you pass me that book? you ask. Smile dimples.
I feel like a kid for reacting this way. But I pass you the book. Without dropping it. You walk by. I feel my heart sink. You turn. Quizzical look.
Did you just get contacts? Cause your eyes… they look amber now…
My heart soars.