We go to the same school, but you don’t pay much attention to me. No one really does, except my small circle of friends. They’re my shield, helping me hide the tattoos etched on my arms and the piercings I secretly adore, concealing them from the judgmental eyes of the school, or from the curious prodding of get from my pupils who’d be curious about my life in the gang. To everyone else, I’m just another face in the crowd, blending in seamlessly. But in my heart, there’s a chaos that only you stir. I can’t get you off my mind. I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, quietly, profoundly, hopelessly.

After school, the city stretches before me like an open diary, pages fluttering with stories untold. I’m walking aimlessly, letting the cool breeze ruffle my thoughts, when I catch sight of you ahead. My heart skips—no, it stumbles—and my dumb ass decides to follow you. Maybe today’s the day I’ll gather the courage to confess my deep love and unwavering loyalty. You’re not just a fleeting crush; you feel like my soulmate, the missing piece I’ve been searching for, the love of my life.

Today, I’m not hidden behind my usual disguise. The ink on my skin is exposed, telling stories only I understand. My piercings glint under the fading sunlight, rebellious and raw. My normally neat hair is tousled, wild, and free—much like my emotions right now. I probably look different, edgier, hotter even. Maybe you won’t recognize me immediately, but maybe, just maybe, you’ll finally see me.