“SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWN!” I shouted at the black haired boy walking towards the end of the hall, his back facing me. You may be thinking, “What if it’s a different guy?” Well, I KNOW it’s him. I know him like the back of my hand. I know his shoe size, hips, chest, arms

that includes the bulging muscles

, and even his favorite milk tea from Moonleaf.

He stopped walking and turned around to face where the obnoxious voice came from and when his eyes met mine, I swear there are fireworks in the background, making him look even more amazing. A smile slowly spread on his pinkish white skin that made my heart flutter like little butterflies. He approached me and opened his arms wide to greet me and I smelled his sweet but manly perfume from Bench. He put his arms around me, and hugged me tightly, not really caring that we’re in the middle of the hallway with at least 60 people including the teachers watching us. I greeted him the same, hugging him as tight as I possibly could. I felt him chuckle, knowing that I love his warm hugs.

“I know you like my hugs, Olaf”. He whispered in my ear, and I didn’t hide my smile. He calls me Olaf, like the bubbly-cute-irresistible-amazing-wonderful snowman in Frozen. I love his hugs, and I long to hug him each and every day. He gives warm hugs that helps me relax and feel loved and safe.

We broke away from the hug then he looked at me in the eyes, and told me I look beautiful today. He tells me every time we see each other. I felt shockwaves run through my arms when his hands come in contact with my own. He laced our fingers together, like it was really made for each other. His soft hands held mine tightly, as if telling me that what he’s saying is true. That I’m beautiful. He said he likes my hair style today which was done in a messy bun, with several strands falling just a few inches away from my eyes, my blonde highlights giving a nice touch. I giggled, trying so hard not to snort from the sweetness of his voice. The butterflies once again fluttered happily in my belly like tiny tickles. I smiled so wide that my face could split in two. I thanked him, with happiness clear in my voice. We bid goodbye and I watched him walk away with his poised body, oblivious to the loving stares of the girls walking opposite to him. I mean, who wouldn’t admire him? He’s nearly perfect. Pinkish white skin, perfectly shaped nose, pinkish and kissable lips, and hair so soft that every single girl would want to touch and hold. But I know that they won’t have a chance. They will never have a chance.

Now, we look like loved-up couples, but we’re not. He’s not my boyfriend. But I wish he is. He’s only 2 years younger than me and we’re taking the same course. I like him to bits, as you have noticed. But he doesn’t feel the same way. Yes it does hurt, but well, I’ve accepted it the first time we talked to each other. He said nothing’s wrong with me and I’m a beautiful girl. But he and I are impossible, it can never happen. It will never happen.

You know why?

Well…

It’s because he’s gay.

And it damn sucks.