Ignoring

I felt that I should have sat near her inside the class. But I was a toad. I did not even dare to look at her. Well, it was good that I was enjoying the class, the poem, English Sir's sophisticated teaching style and my time. The sad music of the master poet was weaving threads which were connected directly to my heart. My heart was a lyre singing love songs dedicated to Jia. We met minutes before. But I felt she was in my psyche for ages.