I love you

Today also, I had that dream again. He was there in my dreams touching my skin as I moved under him.

Yesterday he was smoking a cigarette in the schoolyard. He sat there silent not caring who would see him; in my eyes he looked so cool. Hope he doesn’t notice me staring, it would be so embarrassing.

Even though I wrote those above inside my heart I hoped and begged for him to just turn his head and see me also, but he never did.

I stole glances and wandered who he was; an upper class I thought. I showed him to my friends and they laughed “You like that guy?” despite those words I still searched for that person right there.

Today I had that dream again. His lips were touching mine.

Not far after that I found out who he was. One year older than me “apprentice” of the Devil Emma as people used to call her then.

When I first heard his name I started laughing, it was so not cool. The bird name he was so proud of inspired respect in me.

Even though I heard a lot, I knew he liked to play chest and that he plaid basketball, I never talked to him.

Today also, the dream appeared. His whispered echoed in my ear “I love you.” the response was certain “Me, too.”

We shipped class with friends to see the basketball game. At least a guy in every team looked hot, I commented with the girls pointing at some of them.

Even though the others were hot and all were drooling, my eyes somehow could only fallow him. He wasn’t the best nor was he that good looking, I thought back then, but something about him just made my heart beat.

I laughed with my friends at his funny walk and ass. “What an ass he has” My desk mate stated laughing though it was a praise. 

Today also, I love him.