It started about four months ago when he came back, when he came back into my world out of nowhere. The world he had been absent from for about a year and a half. During that year and a half I did not think about him, I did not picture him in my head, in fact, his name did not even cross my mind, but every single time I would see him, I would smile. There was no way I could be angry around him because his presence eased my nerves. He made me laugh and he always made me smile.
He inspired me. He inspired me to do something I would have never done before. He inspired me to write a story based solely on our relationship, our feelings for one another, the love, the passion we felt, and the heartache that came in the end. There was no possible way I could hold these emotions inside, enclosed in a cage with a key, the key to all things, the key to my heart and the key to my sanity. It was time to reveal what I could not conceal. He was the one, the one who shoed his true emotions to me and no other. He was the one if you know what I mean.
I had a feeling he liked me, too. I guess there were some signs, some more obvious than others like they way he grinned at me when he saw me or the lack of space between us in orchestra class. There was one question I had to ask myself, though. Did a guy, a person of the male sex, actually like a playful yet placid, cool but nerdy girl who loves to wear loose fitting jeans and a tee, or was I just getting my hopes up for them to just come tumbling down in my face like JENGA does when you pull the wrong piece. That wrong piece that causes the building blocks of the tower to begin to fall this way and that, their speed growing faster and faster as the tower slowly deteriorates into nothingness. He is … the guy from middle school.
