I can still see exactly what you were wearing the day i finally got the courage to talk to you the necklace you wore was enchanting to me but it was probably just the skin underneath it hard to converse with you in the beginning but i figured out how to get you to talk i loved your voice so much all i hear in it now is the animosity that occupies your image of me
It was ironic because i loved to have class with her, everyday i looked forward to it. When the semester ended, so did our love. But now its almost comical because she is always in at least one of my classes.