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“He is such a pleasure to watch... his gestures range from the clumsy to the precise, so socially awkward, yet so secure of his own desires! When he talks, all that echoes in my heart is the tessiture of his voice, at this point sounding to my ears unlike the voice of any other man. My friend says his peers look and act exactly like him, but I constantly assure myself that's not the case!
I can see it with those eyes, and I'll tell you they're that experienced with the truth. I'm a realist, I notice what's the drill, as he is the center of the circle and not a part of the round table. The boys follow his tendencies most of the time, and the few girls — how jealous I am of the girls — know he is the head of the group. It's a wordless, impulsive election the brain does when confronted with someone as charming as him...
He likes videogames — I wanna play videogames with him. I'm so bad at them, but, alongside him, I bet it would be that much more fun! The few conversations we held were so interesting to me, I dreamed of them ending on a date, not minding the dissonances in our interests. If I weren't such a wall flower, perhaps he would've had invited me already. Maybe lunch at a nice place, with nice, sweet music, to tag along with his soothing words and his manly scent.
I wonder how romantic he can be... and whether he would find me romantic enough for him. Captivating, interesting, attractive? I wish I were as attractive to him as he is to me! People tell me he isn't a pretty boy at all, but I don't mind. My eyes see truth, and in him my eyes see beauty above all else — no-one will make me disbelieve my eyes.”
