trapped.

nineteen.

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i never believed in that, "love at first sight" bullshit.

i still don't.

how can you love someone, who you don't even know?

it runs around my mind all the time.

it's an infatuation. there's something about that person that draws you in, and you begin to obsess.

you think of scenarios with you and them, think about how they'd act as your partner; as your lover.

wonder what they're really like. are they as attractive on the inside, as they are on the outside?

you'll never know.

you observe then from afar. notice the way they tap their pencil on the desk, how they squint to see the writing on the board.

the way they roll the paper in between their fingers when they're concentrating on the lesson.

the way they stand with their hands in the pocket of their sweatpants, wearing that plain black shirt that makes them even more attractive.

how they take those long sips from that orange water bottle they bring every day.

how they look up with those wide eyes, how they catch your gaze when you're talking with your friends.

and how you look away right after, and keep talking.

wishing you were talking with them.