Monday, 29 August 2011

Crossing Paths

In the useless, strict monotony of the first day of the last year of high school, there are some interesting gems in this awful day. I must note something - I am a...let me put it this way - I have never dated in my life. I've only thought about it once or twice in my life time, but I never actually did it. I am not ever attracted to the guys in my school - I am only really attracted to older and female celebrities - Garrett Hedlund, Tom Hiddleston, Olivia Wilde - you get the picture. Now with that being said -

I was sitting in my lonely, small government class, when I noticed it. I got those chills, those butterflies, the ones I only got to hear about in stories. That was when he walked in. I became so lost, and I could not stop looking at him. I do not know what it was that attracted me to him, but something was there. Then, my logic kicked in.

I do not know if he noticed, but I highly doubt it. He is in a different caste, a different world. He has his, I have mine. We do not cross paths. The only time we did was in our sophmore history class. Yeah. I remember that. Sad, huh? I do not think he knows me at all - maybe I am some annoying, vague memory who has an irritable (to him) twin sister. I am just an awkward girl - no I am less than that, I am invisible!

So therefore, I am not in his mind. My butterflies will die inside. They mean nothing. He will never see me. There is no hope in that - We will never cross paths.

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