The Lover

As I walk past the library gate, I see him with hazel eyes, and I ask myself how someone can have these beautiful eyes that tells a thousand stories. How can someone be both this beautiful and fit and how has he not caught the other girls' eyes? As I walk slowly past him, my gaze does not lose its sight, as if once I look away, I will regret the missed moment of admiring his fine self. (At the moment I Roma realize I'm delusional affff). ......... later on.. And I tell my friends about the man who caught my eye. I just love how they listen to me every second, getting more excited to listen to what happens next, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything else because nothing really happened; it was me. He was the one who caught my eye just by existing simply. ... I go home and eat and sleep well. To be exact, I could not sleep and could not stop talking about him over the phone with my friends. The next day came along and I became more happy than I ever was. i was just thinking about him. What if I see him, what if he catches me staring, What will he think, What will my reaction be? My whole train journey was full of these thoughts.