My high school days were bright and peppy, until I saw him. It was only then that I became dreamy and girly. My friends never liked this side of me, mostly because it wasn't really
me. If ever he passed, I would hold my breath. Then I would go and rant about him to my friends. Is it possible for one person to change another's life-like he did mine?
Nevertheless, as the days went by, I got more frustrated. 'He doesn't know I exist,' I told myself. However, that wasn't enough to help me get over him. An inner voice said, 'so what if he doesn't know you? Why can't you like him?' When he passed out of school, I felt like I was drowning. Life seemed not worth living. As the days dragged by, my appetite decreased and I became anti-social.
The years went by
I passed out of school and university and got a job. It was on one of those hectic days that I saw him again, manager of a bank now. He had changed, grown manlier, but nonetheless, his smile and eyes we