4.Playful hearts

Here I was once again. Another school day covered in bordem I could—I mean, we could all just feel it. This imperfect feeling only changes during the drama period—our favorite period. My heart and I made sure to always secure a seat next to her.

Just as she knocks her shoes onto the floor,my heart awakens and just gazes at the sweet tune of love. My eyes are left to sneak up on this tune and witness the beauty of a Goddess in human form. The cologne she uses tempts my nose into sneaking up on her second song. It is only perfect notes that she hits. That hair is the most precious thing any being is set to witness and feel; its texture is worth gold. I just wish I was her brush,even if it was for a few seconds. I just want to swim in her hair, as it's paradise. I'm sure the legend states this.

After my eyes served as her cameraman,my heart was left to celebrate as she sat next to me. My heartbeats are like a graph, which illustrates the curves and plotted points. Sometimes the graphs are blank as I skip way too many heartbeats. I am left haunted by the memory, which acts like a young boy in his prime, whereby my heartbeats screamed for her to the point she looked at me in anger. My emotions were mixed as I fell victim to another puzzle of her beauty. I got so lost in her eyes that I had become an iceberg; luckily,  only my ears were melted. Every time this happens,she moves closer and closer to myself, and it happens that I fall in love with my favorite trap. I embrace the victory within this trap every time it happens. Just as she's that close,she lays her hand's heart on my face while the tip of her fingers lay some fragrance on my face. Stupidly,I falsely predict her next move for a kiss; this is the time my body unfreezes and syncs the rhythm of her movements. My eyes shut down without hesitation, and my lips hug as they call out her name. Confusion becomes her definition, especially facially,while she tries to solve such an idiotic mystery. Her voice breaks my cycle as it is filled with anger and irritation while commanding me to stop.

A next set of footsteps calls my ears but these ones were destined to be ignored. Simply because my heart commands my senses to strictly follow this order. It is a very crucial rule, in the name of love, of course. All because these footsteps are not enough to awaken my heart from its sleep.

I look back and gaze at her while once more while I apologize for being a total idiot because, after all,she is the kindest soul my heart truly knows and wants.