Saturday, September 17

High school crush,

ASSALAMUALAIKUM


People see me as a person who can hardly get a long with. when they look at me (my appearance) they'll label me as a girl who have a very secured life fill with discipline and all. Well not to deny that, it's true. I admit I am a bit shy. especially to those who are older and appear better than me. I have this low level of confidence which affect on my way of approaching people.

Sometimes, to cover the awkwardness of greeting people, I'll start to talk and it's hard to stop. I'll start asking stupid questions, weird statements, lousy jokes and such. It's embarrassing. But the great part is that will happen to the person I have a crush on. My mind will not think straight and there goes the unbearable actions of mine. 

I may not be the prettiest, but I love you still. I hope you do too.


  • If he happens to say 'Hye!' , my hand will automatically go at the back of my neck and and the other hand will wave back and say 'Hye'.
  • If he happens to sit next to me on a swing, we will not talk much. Smile is enough.
  • If we went out, he will sit in the row in front of me, and without noticing we were secretly staring each other.
  • If I was at the library, he'll come over regardless how his condition was.
  • If it was his birthday, I will give him something that will light up his every night.
  • If he was having a fever, he will try to hide it. Not wanting me to worry about him. I wouldn't notice it at all.
  • If he calls me, I will try to make sure we will have a nice talk. And there comes the unbearable conversation with me. Haha
  • If he got caught for something, I'll try to talk him out of it.
  • If i feed him, he'll feed me back.
  • If he happen to text me sweet stuff, I'll save it in my favourite message folder titled 'Heart'
I miss those moments. I'll keep this as hopes, although i know it happened and you made it one of the best moments in my life. I don't regret having you once, and I thank you for being there.

Yours truly,
Myra


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