I don’t know when it was that I started loving him…All I know is that I’ve felt this way for a very, very long time. I was always aware that there was something…different between us (at least from my perspective) by the way my heart sped up every time he looked in my direction. But I’d never experienced these sorts of feelings before, and I had no idea what they actually meant ‘til much later.
I guess the feelings began to blossom the first time I’d talked to him; even though he’d brushed me off right away, for some reason I found myself staring after him as he ran alongside the train on the way home. I had no idea why I was looking out the window, my eyes frozen to this random boy as he traveled; I’d never talked to him before, and he’d never really caught my attention either. He seemed like the quiet type, with his nose always buried in his book; not usually the sort of person who can h