my life used to revolve around music, cigarettes, my friends and my worn out paint palette. it was a boring life, every day was the same. i thought i would live like that until the end of high school until i met you. you were the new student in the class, nothing special, you were a normal girl, average looks, good at studying but you weren't the bookworm type, you were willing to speak up to protect your rights..there was something about you that attracted me.

i talked to my friends about you, they said i should get to know you and get to know you. i did so but it seemed like you weren't too friendly towards me. you just politely hummed and greeted me when i talked and texted you. but i didn't want to give up.*

"hey, do you want to hang out with me this weekend?.."

i whispered looking down at you, i hoped you would agree, after all...i love you.