I was in me and my friends’ personal space. We were just hanging out like the usual whenever we don’t feel like going to class. I was constantly watching my watch waiting for the right time to see her and everyone gave me a teasing glare so when the time struck 3:15, I hurriedly grabbed my bag and ran to the building where she would come out this day.
I sat by the bench and pretended to read something. Delighted as I’ll ever be, I was—yet again—astonished by her beauty. Nami Fukuyama. She laughed with her friend, whom she was always with, and they both walk away. I sighed and stayed there, satisfied once again.
I sighed and sneered at my foolishness.
This has been a daily routine for someone like me who has adored someone from afar. I stood and left the bench, smiling to myself. I don’t
