Chocolate Paper, Chocolate Scribbles

Riiiiiiiiiiiing!

It was recess
time.

I was walking
across the hallway with my best friends… I wished Tina and Karen would walk a
little bit faster. They were like walking idly and airily under the pale
moonlight in a world wherein time is out of history. As if such a world could
exist.

Going back to my
tale, we were going downstairs, heading to the canteen to buy some yummy
munchies. And unexpectedly, I saw him. I really
saw him. As soon as my brain processed the data, I took my eyes off him, walked
straight ahead, and tried hard to focus my attention on other things.

My body response
was so automatic. Perhaps, it already turned into an involuntary action.

He almost did the
same. No hi, no hello, no high- five. Plain nothing.

This is always the
scenario. Not only in recess time, but even in lunch time, dismissal…any time.

But there’s
something wrong.

The typical
reaction of a girl when she sees the object of her infatuation is like this:
her heart races, her face flushes, and instantly loses herself in the
exhilarating feeling of sheer rapture.

And my aberrant
reaction when I see the object of my infatuation is like this: stolid and
callous. Period.

Catching a glimpse
of him is inevitable. And every time I see him, I feel a little twinge of
guilt. I should be befriending him, right? But I don’t know how to approach
him. I have a grade of 75 in Boy-ology 101.

I’m still
pondering on the possible reasons behind his actions.

1^st
Option: Because of shyness.

2^nd
Option: Because he was diagnosed with Antisocial Personality Disorder (APD)

3^rd
Option: Others. (Um… I can’t think of any.)

And fairy
godmother Karen would always vote for the 1^st option, encouragingly.

What seems to be an
inspiration is becoming a problem. Still, I don’t want to ditch him out of my
life.

I’m still hoping
that things will be alright. Anyway, we still have approximately 2 years
remaining. J