[ENTRY 106..✍️]
I caught him staring at me.
Or at least, that's what I think.
No, I really caught him.
And I was not hallucinating.
My eyes casually wandered around the place, as if I was just looking at random things.
But the truth was..
I was secretly searching for signs of him.
That he was also there.
For a brief moment, I felt a pang of disappointment having thought his presence was nowhere to be found. Fortunately, I thought wrong. For the next thing that happened was that..
As I've said, I caught him.
He was looking at me when I wasn't looking.
Our eyes met for the shortest of seconds and then we both "casually" looked away.
As if our "eye-contact" was just a coincidence.
Not that I'm crushing on the guy or anything.
I'm surely not crushing on him.
I don't get excited when he's around.
My heart doesn't beat fast like a maniac..
But.. with his presence, I find a little reason to stay despite my unwillingness to be in that place.
It's like.. he's lending a little help in brightening up my mood.
I repeat, just a little.
But I don't have to question my feelings.
I'm certain I don't have any smidgen feelings for him.
If there is, it's definitely not a crush.
Whatever it is, I don't know.
But I admit there are moments when I get to think of him.
Where he plays a part in my imagination.
But he doesn't play a big role.
He's just an audience or some sort.
I spent my time in that place stealing glances at him once in a while. And it was quietly fun knowing he was also doing the same.. I mean, at least, that's what I assume. I can always tell just by the corners of my eyes.
He was stealing glances.
And when our eyes would lock for as brief as a heartbeat, we would both look away like nothing just happened.
And.. with his presence, my actions are controlled.
I don't know.
I mean, I just don't want to look stupid or ugly if he ever is looking at me.
I want to look cool.
And even sometimes, I want to look cute.
And funny.
Either way, I know he feels the same way.
I just know it.
I feel it.
There's something between us that only us are aware of.
I may not know his name.
And I'm not sure if he knows mine, either.
But we both share a place..
A secret place for just us two.
A communication of stolen glances.
And a connection when our eyes would meet.
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