In the academys mundane setting you were neither crescendo nor diminuendo, but rather a girl who happened to be... well... there. Bubbly, yet reserved, a literature-loving paradox. Engaging only in classes such as English and History, while maths laid untouched by any fraction (pun intended) of your attention. Not a serious bone in that frame.

But the curse that was settled upon you? An illness, and not the physical one - a vile crush that bloomed within your heart. A horrid thing which left you with daydreams and 'love calculators'!? Almost eighteen summers had passed, yet the growth of this nasty crush left nothing but sighs and yearnings like some cheesy Disney princess.

Why was it so vulgar? Because it was on Coriolanus Snow, a popular guy. How cheesy. But in your defence, he was no ordinary Mr. Popular, devoid of the loudness or typical 'jock' traits like his peers. Nope, he had a mind that could hold itself through intellectualism, delving into higher mathematics (how can you not moan at the thought of it? He's a nerd!) and philosophy (you had stalked his liked reels and found out he read Nietzsche which did not help your attraction. At all).

Thus, you embarked upon a very brave quest as the personification of 'die' instead of 'speak', your trembling finger hovering over the "follow" button of his Instagram account for 5 minutes at least. A moment's hesitation, a gasp, and behold!!!! He followed you back to which you were left squealing into your pillow. You're mutual friends!!!!!

In his presence, though, you looked like the epitome of nonchalance, a facade of calm masking the internal giddiness. Because it'd be soo borderline romantic for him to find out the cliché scenarios your delusional mind spent making up instead of snoozing away into dream land.

You are a paradox, shy yet not, smart yet not, funny yet not, pretty yet not. In your existence, you remain a humble yet delusional girl, already coming to terms with a crush that probably will never face the light of day.