Another Story About The Blue Shirt, Again

Chapter Nine.

Page 267 of 365.

Another Story About The Blue Shirt, Again.


I don't know why i want to write about this person almost everyday.

I'm trying to figure out the answer and find it, finally:

The Blue Shirt makes me happy and i want you to feel this kind of happiness.


Yesterday,

we were sitting close.

We've been sitting next to each other so it's not the closest we've ever been.

But yesterday was different.

It was the best view for me to look at you.

I always feel the funny feeling whenever i look at you.

A feeling of longing, loving, and pure joy.


And then, we started to steal glances last night.

If that was a dream, that was the sweetest dream i ever had.

It's not an ordinary night where i'm hopelessly-staring-at-you.

We finally stole glances.

Happiness.


I always knew that you're funny.

And when you made the whole class laughed yesterday because of your silly joke..

It's cute.

Uber cute.

You just give me another reason to fall for you deeper.


And when i think you couldn't impress me more,

you proved me wrong.

That moment when you didn't laugh at the teacher's inappropriate joke and you frowned because you didn't think it's something to be laughed on..

I'm amazed.

I'm impressed.

I feel like i have the right person to give the privilege for breaking my heart.

"Yes, it would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you."


See you tonight.