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i feel like a creep.
well, maybe because i am.
i know so much about him, yet he probably doesn't even know me.
we met once, due to us sharing partly the same group of friends. it was in the cantine and he sat just across the table. i stared at him quite a lot, his skin looking as ethereal as an angel's, but i couldn't look him in the eyes. he would've thought i was creepy, because i wouldn't be able to look away from his eyes.
god, the way he laughs, moves, breathes and just exists.. he's so fucking special.
i wish i was too..
but i'm a creep, staring at him as much as possible, trying to be as close to him as i can.
what the hell am i doing here, i don't even belong here. he's an angel, a god almost, and me? i'm just that one tanned boy from his math class, that weirdo that keeps on staring at him.
does he notice when i'm not in school? i hope so.
hes always the last one left in the classroom, he takes his time, so i try to stay there too, hoping he will notice me some day.
until now he always ran out of the room when he was done stuffing his things in his bag.
whatever, i don't want to burden him.
i'll do whatever makes him happy and whatever he wants, because he's my special boy.