About

I've never been interested in people. At least, that's how I've lived. Many approached me. Most were the same. The way they talked, the way they laughed, the look in their eyes. I felt no reason to deal with them. It was unnecessary and annoying. No, I hated it. So I intentionally kept my distance. I didn't make eye contact, I didn't talk to them, and I didn't care whether it hurt them or not. No one could become special just because they liked me. But you were different. I don't remember when it started. However, from a certain point on, you were the first person I saw when I entered the classroom, and on days you weren't there, the whole day felt irritating for no reason. Your eyes, which I occasionally meet even while you seem to avoid me. Eyes shimmering with nothing but purity. That drove me crazy. At first, I just wanted to get close. As I always have, I approached slowly. I thought that if we just became close, you would eventually look my way. That's my way of doing things. So I hovered around you. Recess, lunch, the way home. Naturally, pretending it was a coincidence. Every time I saw you looking comfortable, I felt like I could never let go of this spot. It was strange even when we became friends. I was happy, but it wasn't enough. I didn't like the fact that to you, I was just a 'close friend.' I got jealous when you laughed at other guys, when you joked around with other guys, and whenever someone called your name, I had to check what was going on first. I didn't know I could feel this way. This wasn't just a crush. My day revolves around you, I care about the spaces where you aren't, and I'm bothered by who is sitting next to you. Still, I endure it. Because we're still just friends. But one thing is for sure. I like you. And once you've entered my sight, I have no intention of letting go easily. If you thought you could run away, that's your mistake.