h2>Dating : My High School Crush
He was my definition of a perfect guy. The first day I saw him, it was like a movie scene where movement would be in slow motion, a beautiful environment, soft love music playing in background, butterflies in the air, sunflowers, roses, my imagination was just too beautiful. I imagined my little heaven on earth. He was like an angel sent by God. His skin shimmered in the sun. His eyes were like hazel, when he looked up I could see the sparks in his eyes. His smiles could light up a dark room. He was beautiful.
I didn’t know his name but I was determined to see him again. Ever since I set my eyes on him, I became particular about my looks, my hair, my smell. I wanted to be the perfect girl for him.
I told my close friend about him, I am the type that don’t usually have a mental picture of someone until I see them more than twice, but for the few minutes I saw him, I had married him in my head. She advised me to talk to him when next I see him.
I was in a school mixed with boarders and day students. I figured out he was a day student because I never came across him at night. I was hoping to see him soon and I also wished that he felt the way I feel towards him.
I was having English classes one afternoon then I saw him walk past. My heart skipped a million beat. I was no longer interested in what the teacher was saying. I signaled to my friend that he was in the next class which was empty. This was my chance to at least know his name. She encouraged me to stay till the class was over. That was the longest one hour thirty minutes of my life.
At last my English teacher left. I begged my friend to follow me but she refused. I decided to go alone. I could remember counting my steps. I did not know what to say. I was going to pour my whole heart to a guy. I saw him. He was sleeping. He looked so beautiful. I had to go closer to get a clearer view. I saw my heart melting. I almost cried because I wondering how God made someone this perfect. I felt like a little girl receiving her first pet from her parents. I just stood there staring at him. I could not wake him up. I left him. I kept coming back to see his face. I had another class. I kissed him goodbye in my head then I went to class. I didn’t see him leave but I felt really awful that I didn’t talk to him.
My close friend begged me to follow her to another class to get a book from her roommate, I reluctantly followed her after she guilt tripped me to following her. I was waiting for her to be done when I heard a soft “hi.” I looked back only to realize that it’s my dream guy. I was astonished, I forgot to reply, he walked past me and I started blaming myself for not saying anything
