The Classroom

We met in the midst of chaos. I was rooming with your friends for the night, and since we shared friends, we were introduced. At first I was cautious around you. You followed our friends and me around, making sure we were safe. They insulted you, and called you names, hurt you. Uncomfortably, I went along with them. I didn't know you well, but you kept talking to me. We left for summer with you beginning a sketch of me in my yearbook. Then this year came and we were in the same art class. At first I was cautious around you. But as the periods melted into days and the days melted into weeks, we became friends. And somewhere in the midst of things, I began to want to get to know you better. And sometime as we became closer and closer, I fell in love with you.

That classroom that we shared became a haven, a sacred place that we shared. Each joke, each laugh, each smile that we shared became all the more special in that room. Every touch, every conversation, every second that I spent with you, I fell for you even more. I began looking forward to that class, as a chance to spend more time with you. Slowly, my mind became filled with thoughts of you. And I didn't mind it. I thought about you constantly, I was addicted to the joy it brought me. Every time I saw your picture, I heard your voice, I was filled with an unimaginable happiness.

I smile for you. I laugh for you. I live for you.

Each time my phone rings, I hope it's you. Each time I get a message, I hope it's you. Each time I hear my name, I hope it's you. I'm hopelessly in love with you. And that classroom help it bloom.

--Comments--
True story there. =) I just thought I'd share the happiness I'm feeling right now. Isn't it silly? We're not even going out and I'm all giddy with happiness. =]