The End

At that time I met a boy, my classmate. His name is Rinchard. Weird. I thought at that time when a rhythm played and produced a pounding in my heart. Feel stupid when these hands are in a bond of acquaintance. Ad by Valueimpression I don't understand the signal given to the pounding heart. I haven't been able to understand it. This heart has not been able to reach the meaning of it. * * * The days are passing. I'm getting closer to my classmates, except with Rinchard. I rarely talk to him let alone communicate. He is also quite a quiet person. He only talks to his close friends. Seasons change. And now I see a change in Rinchard. Not a good change, because now he often looks brooding. Sometimes his face looks sad. He had something on his mind. But I refuse to say hello and ask. Weird. I thought again, when somehow I started to worry about him. Until finally a feeling appeared in my heart that made me want to approach him, understand him, and dive into his thoughts. Finally I started to realize, it turns out the word "weird .." it shows that I have a crush on him. I tried to find information about it on my close friend Carla. "Carla, do you feel that Rinchard has been looking a little weird lately?" "You mean?" "Ehm.. lately the child has become very quiet, not enthusiastic. Yes, like that!?" “Hm'm, I feel that way too. But he was too passive, reserved, and seemed to be introverted. So I don't know anything about him?!”