I won't be writing the dates and places or your name. I just want to savor this restlessly warm feeling.
I guess it was around, maybe in the middle of my last years of high school. It was the start of me always looking for you in the crowd, unconsciously.
Like how I'm doing today. In the church. With all the people standing, singing and dancing in tune with the praises. There you are. In the corner up front, playing the piano. It was actually nice to see your hands gliding smoothly across the keys.
I had a slight crush on you way back then but it was too small to be noticed. Does that makes sense? No? Yeah, probably not.
But anyway, it's embarrassing to be always looking for you. The need to have you within my vision even if it is in the corner of my eye. And yet when you're in front of me, I try desperately to avoid you. Keeping conversations short, leaving without a word of goodbye.
This crappy crush is needlessly frustrating, yet I can't help but to keep it going.
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