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a wanting, perhaps.
or a flame?

No this isn't flaming.
Not a one-time thing. A nightly romance. A single endeavour.
Caught my eye? Maybe I did.

Maybe I wanted to. You wouldn't be able to tell by my actions though. There were none.
I'd see you in class. Look at you for a moment, then focus on my school work.
It was good this way.

Am I emotional you ask?
Not really. I just study a lot.
I study my homework. And people.

People are interesting.
But I put no emotion into it. Because there's the possibility of falling in love. Which if fallen the wrong way, can lead to heartbreak.
I prefer to keep my heart whole.
There's no one who can enter me.
I thought.

It hadn't occurred to me that you would look at me.
Sure we pass by each other in the hallways. But we never speak to each other.

School. Then college.
I hadn't had time for anything else. Or rather, I didn't want to undertake a relationship.

So it goes.. Can't be helped.

I saw you one day, after school. You were on your way home. We both walked different ways, as our homes were in different directions.

I looked at you. We exchanged looks for a moment. We didn't speak. I just turned the other way and went home.
That night, I sat in my room, on my bed. Wondering.

Why did I look at you?
Naturally, it didn't mean anything.
And even if it did, why would I care?
But taken a different way, would you care? Could you be interested?

But that's a line.
A dangerous line, to cross.

You read about it all the time, in stories. Fiction.
Words like 'love'. Phrases like 'I love you.' 'I need you.'

Why would I need someone? And why was I thinking about this? Had I a rather sudden interest in such matters?
Relationships are doomed to fail. All we feel for another can be broken. Like the heart. Shattered.

I shake my head. And return to my books.
Focus on your school work. That's what's important. Don't worry about.. that.. It's.. It's nothing. Just.. Don't think about it..
About him..

I scratch my head for a moment.
Why bother? .. What use is there in thinking about him.
But, we exchanged glances today. Which again, could mean nothing. It doesn't concern me. We've gone to school for four years. We have nothing in common. No shared interests. No common link.

My pencil breaks..

Why?
I stop and take a walk outside.
Why does this suddenly interest me? Why, does he interest me? What's the point. This is pointless..
Pointless though it may be, you're still thinking about him.

..

I shrug my shoulders. I'll see him tomorrow. Again. And it'll be just as it has been.
This is pointless. Thinking about nothing. There is nothing between us. We have nothing in common.
So then, why does this bother me?..

Next day

..
I arrive at school..
The usual routine. 4 classes. Studies. Lunch. More studies.
I start to leave, as usual. And he's there again. At the same place, like he was yesterday.
We again, exchange glances.

He's looking at me. I'm looking at him..

So, what now?
I decide to walk over. We talk a little.
He tells me he's been watching me.
Slightly creepy, but okay.

I want to say something to him. But my mouth is closed.
He tells me that he's curious about me.

Curious? About me?
Why?
..This is pointless.. I turn around, and he grabs my hand and turns me around so I'm facing him.

..I suppose this is the time in the story where the heroine is swept off her feet in a matter of seconds.
Where she's staring into the eyes of her prince and her heart rate increases. And they kiss..

Except that moment for me, is right now.
And I'm just a guy. But he's looking at me. Staring into me. And I can't turn away.
A light blush I know is evident...

But this is weird.. We have nothing in common.
He's been watching me? He's curious?

Why? Why do you watch me? Why are you curious about me?
And why can I not look away from him?

Our lips connect. Just for a moment. Now during that moment, I can feel my heart rate increase.
A kiss (my first) was unexpected. It was.. He was..

Kissing me. Just once.

Studies are important. First school. Then college.
That, was my routine. But now, he seems to have found his way into my life.

Also, while we're kissing, I start to wonder.
Is this what he was curious about? Was he interested in me?

..Why does it matter? Why do I seem to care.
What does this mean?..

Time passed.

Our lips parted. I took a breath. Looked at him. His eyes were blue. Like the ocean.

I had no idea how to process this..
I touched his cheek with my hand..
And turned around. He let my hand go this time.
So I started to walk home.

Such conflicting thoughts seemed to rush into my head.
I stopped. And turned around. He was still there, looking at me.
I waved at him. He waved at me.

He kissed me.
Then I kissed him..

When I arrived home, I could still feel him.
I touched my lips. Remembering him.

A memory. Left on my heart.
Our memory.
This will stay with me.

~End~

Description
a wanting, perhaps.
or a flame?

No this isn't flaming.
Not a one-time thing. A nightly romance. A single endeavour.
Caught my eye? Maybe I did.

Maybe I wanted to. You wouldn't be able to tell by my actions though. There were none.
I'd see you in class. Look at you for a moment, then focus on my school work.
It was good this way.

Am I emotional you ask?
Not really. I just study a lot.
I study my homework. And people.

People are interesting.
But I put no emotion into it. Because there's the possibility of falling in love. Which if fallen the wrong way, can lead to heartbreak.
I prefer to keep my heart whole.
There's no one who can enter me.
I thought.

It hadn't occurred to me that you would look at me.
Sure we pass by each other in the hallways. But we never speak to each other.

School. Then college.
I hadn't had time for anything else. Or rather, I didn't want to undertake a relationship.

So it goes.. Can't be helped.

I saw you one day, after school. You were on your way home. We both walked different ways, as our homes were in different directions.

I looked at you. We exchanged looks for a moment. We didn't speak. I just turned the other way and went home.
That night, I sat in my room, on my bed. Wondering.

Why did I look at you?
Naturally, it didn't mean anything.
And even if it did, why would I care?
But taken a different way, would you care? Could you be interested?

But that's a line.
A dangerous line, to cross.

You read about it all the time, in stories. Fiction.
Words like 'love'. Phrases like 'I love you.' 'I need you.'

Why would I need someone? And why was I thinking about this? Had I a rather sudden interest in such matters?
Relationships are doomed to fail. All we feel for another can be broken. Like the heart. Shattered.

I shake my head. And return to my books.
Focus on your school work. That's what's important. Don't worry about.. that.. It's.. It's nothing. Just.. Don't think about it..
About him..

I scratch my head for a moment.
Why bother? .. What use is there in thinking about him.
But, we exchanged glances today. Which again, could mean nothing. It doesn't concern me. We've gone to school for four years. We have nothing in common. No shared interests. No common link.

My pencil breaks..

Why?
I stop and take a walk outside.
Why does this suddenly interest me? Why, does he interest me? What's the point. This is pointless..
Pointless though it may be, you're still thinking about him.

..

I shrug my shoulders. I'll see him tomorrow. Again. And it'll be just as it has been.
This is pointless. Thinking about nothing. There is nothing between us. We have nothing in common.
So then, why does this bother me?..

Next day

..
I arrive at school..
The usual routine. 4 classes. Studies. Lunch. More studies.
I start to leave, as usual. And he's there again. At the same place, like he was yesterday.
We again, exchange glances.

He's looking at me. I'm looking at him..

So, what now?
I decide to walk over. We talk a little.
He tells me he's been watching me.
Slightly creepy, but okay.

I want to say something to him. But my mouth is closed.
He tells me that he's curious about me.

Curious? About me?
Why?
..This is pointless.. I turn around, and he grabs my hand and turns me around so I'm facing him.

..I suppose this is the time in the story where the heroine is swept off her feet in a matter of seconds.
Where she's staring into the eyes of her prince and her heart rate increases. And they kiss..

Except that moment for me, is right now.
And I'm just a guy. But he's looking at me. Staring into me. And I can't turn away.
A light blush I know is evident...

But this is weird.. We have nothing in common.
He's been watching me? He's curious?

Why? Why do you watch me? Why are you curious about me?
And why can I not look away from him?

Our lips connect. Just for a moment. Now during that moment, I can feel my heart rate increase.
A kiss (my first) was unexpected. It was.. He was..

Kissing me. Just once.

Studies are important. First school. Then college.
That, was my routine. But now, he seems to have found his way into my life.

Also, while we're kissing, I start to wonder.
Is this what he was curious about? Was he interested in me?

..Why does it matter? Why do I seem to care.
What does this mean?..

Time passed.

Our lips parted. I took a breath. Looked at him. His eyes were blue. Like the ocean.

I had no idea how to process this..
I touched his cheek with my hand..
And turned around. He let my hand go this time.
So I started to walk home.

Such conflicting thoughts seemed to rush into my head.
I stopped. And turned around. He was still there, looking at me.
I waved at him. He waved at me.

He kissed me.
Then I kissed him..

When I arrived home, I could still feel him.
I touched my lips. Remembering him.

A memory. Left on my heart.
Our memory.
This will stay with me.

~End~