Our eyes met and it was weird. Your gaze was warm upon my skin and your shoulders looked familiar. Your lips parted, a movement I wouldn't have noticed if I wasn't staring there. I couldn't help but imagine your lips touching mine, it would feel like silk (I think). And just like that I kept moving and you were out of my sight but I knew that if I turned around you would still be there, your head now tilted, looking at your shoes awkwardly, you do that quite often and I don't really understand why. You look so pretty just standing there, if you were to hug me I feel like I would pass out or die. I like you a lot. Your nose is so pretty I don't get why some of my friends say it's weird. Your whole face structure is so beautiful, I could stare at your face, taken aback by its beauty, for hours and hours and so on