I HATED THIS STRANGE FEELING.
The feeling of I didn't even know what I was feeling. I felt it in my stomach every time she was near. It was a feeling so foreign to me, that when I first felt it, I thought maybe I was becoming sick with a bug.
I would never admit this out loud to anyone, but I liked her laugh.
And her smile.
I liked the real laughs and smiles though, not those small fake ones she sometimes gave. The ones where her eyes would crinkle ever so slightly as she grinned innocently, her tiny gap in her teeth peeking through. Sometimes she would cover it with her hands, but I thought it was cute.
I liked the sound she made when she laughed. It made me feel happy that she was happy. Her silky hair would fall loosely around her shoulder, her shoulders shaking and her eyes
