Being lovesick, love struck, writing abour an untouchable thing ... that I am not familiar with ...


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The next day I was in the library again. Not just to study if I’m honest. But the guy wasn’t there. Neither was he there on Monday, Tuesday or Wednesday. And then I gave up. He wasn’t interested in me. How could he be? I was still a child for him probably. I think love actually sucks.

I wasn’t ugly. I was one of the prettiest girls in school, but no one ever asked me on a real date. Why not? I wasn’t mean either.

So by Thursday I again stopped thinking the guy is in love with me or that I’m in love with him. It was just stupid. He probably had hot girls in his class, more mature, smarter and prettier.

So now I went back to the library after school only to study. I’m just a girl that is mean to have a love relationship like they do in movies.

“Hey, Lisa! ... Guess who’s here? Your good friend Alex,” says the librarian when I pass her desk.

“He’s not a friend. He’s just a guy, you know? And I don’t really care. I have to study,” I say darkly, but mostly because my heart jumped a little when she said her name.

And then I slowly walked all around the library to my corner. I had to walk all around so I wouldn’t bump into Alex on the way.

And when I was in my safe corner, my other home, I felt loads better.

I did my homework and then started studying medicine. I wonder if I would ever even get into medicine school. My grades from a few years back weren’t that good. But since I wanted to go to medicine school I worked hard and had almost all straight A’s. But still I might not be their first choice.

“Hey, Lisa,” I hear Alex. I was just trying to return a book to the top shelf. It wasn’t going well as I wasn’t the highest.

He scared me and I turned so fast that a few books fell to the floor. And I got a beating from them.

“Sorry, I didn’t meant to scare you,” he says and starts picking up the fallen book.

“It’s fine. What do you want?” I ask a little cooler than I wanted.

“You,” he says and stands up. He started putting the book back on the shelf.

“Wow. That’s one of the stupidest thing I heard! You’re not getting me,” I say shocked and push all the other books in his hands.

“That’s not stupid! You like me! Admit it,” he says, puts the last book on the shelf and looks at me. His eyes were sharp, as were mine.

“I don’t like you! You were the one that invited me on hot chocolate! I couldn’t care less about you,” I say back angrily. I liked him, but not that much. Not anymore. I hoped.

He straightened up. I was sure I totally turned him down now and ruined all possibilities of us being ever together.

He stepped closer. He was taller and I had to look up to look in his eyes. And I wanted to back up, but if I would I would tell him I’m afraid. And I was, but he didn’t need to know that.

“You do like me. You did go with me to the cafe,” he almost whispers ... We were in the library.

“I was being nice. And I do not like you. If I would I would be thrilled to see you, but I’m not. Move away,” I say through clenched teeth.

“I’m thrilled to see you. I was going mad this few days,” he whispers and his face slowly comes closer to my. I didn’t back away. I didn’t know what was happening.

“I couldn’t come to the library. But I like you. Please tell me the truth. Do you really like me?” he whispers. Now he was very, very close. Our noses were almost touching and I couldn’t even think. He smelled so good, and his eyes were so warm and nice.

“Yes,” I say after a few seconds. Even though I could see only his eyes I saw that he smiled.

And then he kissed me.


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