silly fear
Monday arrived even though I wanted to avoid it. Let's say that the weekend was never the great desire of most. How silly of me! If I had known what was waiting for me on that particular Monday, I would have dreamed of her a long time ago. ~ A point, a path, a stop. What can you expect on a Monday morning? Seeing a certain blonde walk through the bus door instantly transformed me. In a flash, everything I knew and believed in was pushed aside so that my priority could be finding out who she was. I was never a morning person. I was never excited in the morning. I didn't mind being late for class if the alarm clock didn't go off or the bus passed a little early. Normally I wouldn't mind missing the bus. But from that day on, I was never late for class again. After the first time I saw that girl, missing the bus was no longer a viable option. I had to see her, every day and whenever I had the chance, I wouldn't waste it.
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