My Love Story

I am just an ordinary girl with an ordinary life. The difference that made me from the rest of student in my school is that when I like that boy, I just keep it secret to myself. I like to watch him from a far. Like very far, alone in my own world of fantasy.  Sometimes, I tend to look quietly at him without anyone noticed. This does not mean I am a coward. I just enjoy doing these things on my own.  When he smiles, I melt inside which sometimes I look down at my book and I smile too. The very little secret of mine. The enjoyment and butterflies that I felt just from looking him from a far. He has that dark hair, man face, just nice feature not too muscular and not thin. For me, just nice. He has that medium skin colour tone. His eyes mesmerize me. He has that deep shiny brown eyes. When you look deeply into his eyes, you kind of blush inside. All these reactions that I felt never been known by my friend. I tend to have this straight face without any emotion. My friends once said to me “We stop teasing you with him because you show no reaction.” What did they expect me to do? Scream and jump of happiness because I like that guys too? Hell no!  I have my own dignity. If he likes me, he needs to be gentleman. I do not trust rumours cause sometimes or maybe it just a fling. A fling is something I rather not confront with. Why should I jeopardize my special love live to something that he is not sure? I bet I am to philosophical in my age. The problem is that, the person they are teasing with me is not the guy that I have crush on. Crush is a fling. It come and go. I remember when I was in junior year, I have different crush every year. Why? Cause that is what crush is. That is why I intended not telling anybody except my best friend Jenny. I only tell her if she tells me who her crush is. This cycle of crush continues until my foundation studies where I met this one particular guy. Nothing extraordinary. He just one of my classmates. He wears glass. Like a nerd student. I do not like him on my first impression. That is because he tends to get all the attention in the class without doing anything. There are 37 students in the class. Only 4 students are girls included me. Can you imagine how havoc the class is? The lecturer always saying his name. Not because he is bad student who does not do his homework, but because she likes her work. She rarely mentioned the girls name. There are only 4 of us. She should at least remember one our name. This is what make me jealous of him. I want to get lecturer attention too. I want to prove that I am also a good student. Although I hate him, I does not know his name. I only remember the shirt that he wears that day cause we never see face to face as I tend to look at someone when I am angry at them.