I look at this girl.
She looks at me.
I look away.
She has cute eyes, long hair...
And...
She looks at me.
I wonder where she's thinking of.
I look away.
Her earrings are silver hearts,
She's wearing a black necklace,
Leaning on one hand...
She closes her eyes.
Then she looks at me.
Our eyes meet.
...
My heart skipped a beat,
I... I'm melting
Am I in love?
She smiles at me.
Adorable, irresistibly cute and pretty...
I try to smile back.
She looks away.
Then class is over, everybody gets up and goes to the next lesson.
I try looking at her one more time.
But she doesn't look back at me...
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