#youngromance
"Is he back?"
I asked my friend,
"He's so irritating,
yes, yes, I know,
his neck does
possess an
incredible
twisting skill,
almost 150 degrees,
and that's making
me so uncomfortable,"
I said,
with a sense,
that my body
would no sooner
have defects in
cooperating
with the
organs
in the
usual way.
I felt my pulse rate
increasing from
97-99-100-110!
'Hold on!',
I commanded
my brain this
time.
'Why do I
bother, if he's
just smiling at me?
I even don't like him..."
I convinced to my mind,
but my heart neglected.
'Oh, come on, now,
seriously, I don't
think about him,
no, I don't'...
I couldn't concentrate
on it after all,
as in somewhere
in my stomach,
I heard a
low grumble.
'Alright, oh, fine!
you win, yes, yes,
you are totally right,
its not his smile that's
making me mad,
its my tension
that hides in
my lips,
that makes
me smile,
which, of course,
I am not trying to
let out...'
It wasn't getting
better at all,
I began
to realize,
talking to
myself would
make me
sick.
"Is he back again?"
Once more,
I asked my friends.
We all were sitting together,
but I was staring at an
empty wall, while
they saw what's
all happening...
We stared at opposite
directions,
as to be
honest,
I didn't
want to look into
his eyes.
That made me
more nervous...
This time,
finally,
they replied,
"No, he's no here".
I let go a sigh
of relief,
and turned back.
Yes, yes, you know
what I am going to say
now,
he was standing
just right behind me,
few inches away,
staring at me,
well, well,
my heart slipped
out my smile,
before my
mind, could
react...
Aug 27, 2025
Aug 27, 2025 at 4:22 AM UTC