Memoirs of the Past to the Present

Seen from a glimpse as the rest arrived. My sight always lingered around. Cool as always, heart thumped as always. He always has this effect on me. As the morning goes by, glances were always darted at him, and I hope it was not oblivious. Despite years of absence, his presence still makes my heart skip a bit more. I used my loudness to cover up my true feelings, used my boyish manners to brush off any obvious interest. There is nothing attractive of him but there's something that will always lure my eyes towards him.

I'm glad we met again.