It's kind of crazy really, how much one person can affect your life. Now, I don't want to sound cliche. I hate cliche. I just want to let you know how I feel about you.
The first moment you walked into my parent's coffee shop, I noticed every single detail. The way the beaming light from above your head glinted the brunette strands of hair, it almost looked like an angel's halo-- except you had no wings. Instead, you were wearing a dark green coat with a black canvas backpack dripping with water droplets from the storm outside. That's why you came in, wasn't it? You wanted the warmth of the building to save you from the bitter cold rain outside. I often wish that storm hadn't arrived on that particular day- then I would have no idea who you are. You would have never walked in to my parent's coffee shop.
It's Monday today and I'm walking to school. Monday's always suck. They suck even more when I have to walk past the bus stop at the end of my street-- today was one of those days. I bite my lip between my teeth so hard I feel my body begin to shake, 'don't look' I keep telling myself. The desire always seems to overcome me, though. I turn my head slowly and my eyes follow and I see you with her. Your hand in hers. Her head on your shoulder. Your dimples growing deeper and deeper as your smile grows further and further. You're happy, aren't you? You love her, don't you?
Here goes, a whole week with you on my mind constantly. As soon as I sit down in my math class it shouldn't consist of you sitting on the wooden desk in front of me, facing me, touching me, kissing me. No, I should be learning about Pythagoras and circle theorems. My imagination will one day be the death of me. I know that for a fact.
"Matt!", Leah shouts. "MATT!" I zone back into reality. My heart immediately races and my whole body becomes numb. "What is wrong with you, ever since last week you seem like you're in a different world".
I shrug and act like I have no idea what she's talking about. I know exactly what she's talking about though, it infuriates me that I can't concentrate. It's just, his eyes, his lips, his beautiful--
"I'm done." Leah announces and I watch her swing her bag onto her shoulder and storm out the classroom.
Without thinking, my fist approaches the table at high speed and blood begins to gush from my knuckles. I wish more than anything you hadn't walked into my parents coffee shop. I wish I could continue to pretend. It's almost like you're revealing my secret for me, even though we've never transferred more than a simple look. Well, in your head. Mine's a completely different story.