feelings

Again I talked about him, I told her how much he meant to me, how much my heart was falling and dying from his affection. How much I uncontrollably and desperately loved him. She just sat there on a block of cement in lined and painted with pale white paint. Blocks and blocks of cement piled together on the side of the car park surrounded us. Finally it was a sunny day, where a few clouds swift in the baby blue sky. The sun was shining ever so brightly and it was a perfect day just like whenever I used to be with him. I couldn’t remember a day that we went for a walk and it wasn’t sunny. Everything would be perfect around him. Everything seemed to turn out alright with him by my side. He always got what he desired, and even nature seemed to be in his command. He would always be with me. When ever he’ll see me free. He would always look directly in my eyes and try to get me under his spell. His charming ways would drive any girl crazy and he truly had me on his spell. Even though I was hopelessly falling for him, no one ever got to break my shield and find out the truth about how I felt until now.
The times we spent together and just talked about any topic we could find. We would sit on top of a cupboard on a closed hallway where no one seemed to come. Me, him and our friends, would be in the same cosy and warm room and still some how I would spend my whole time with him rather than my mates. Soon me being with him became very common and as my friends always had their “boy problems” in hand. They were too occupied to notice us sitting there, staring at each other, getting close to each others hands and then returning back to a conversation that I would make up constantly. Just to prevent any touchy moments. I was so afraid back then about falling in love with him that I never realised that I had already fallen for him.