I met you unexpectedly in a university. I wasn’t supposed to be. Back then, you were just a classmate, a stranger, a nobody to me. First day of class, and it was you who caught my interest and eye. Too shy to make the first move, too nervous to say “Hi.”
Is this what they call the feelings of admiration? Is he that “someone” I’m having a crush on? This is very dangerous, it’s making me lose my cool. So dangerous that he’s only one I’m always looking for in events at school.
But I took my shot and to get his attention, I tried annoying him a bit. I didn’t think it would work but I’m glad he took the bait. We became worst enemies with being me the one you hate the most. Even so, because of it, we’ve became a little close.
Months had passed and our love quarrel also continued. I thought of taking it to the next level and finally made my move. I didn’t expect that you would reply so it ended up deleted. Much to my surprise, you replied and that’s when our love story started.
