"She" Chapter 2

"She" Chapter 2

 What was it that caught my attention? I spent the whole afternoon thinking about it. When I got to my room, I kept wondering the same thing—am I her type or not? Maybe I've been asking myself so many questions that my brain’s just trying to answer them all on its own. There's no doubt—she’s completely captivated me. I guess I need to take a break and stop overthinking all of this for a moment.

I feel like it’s starting to get to me. I don’t understand why I can’t shift my focus to something else—maybe a sport, video games, or anything that helps me think less. Well… I’ll stop thinking about not thinking about her and just stick with my plan to get a little closer. But how do I do that tomorrow, now that I already had her attention today? We talked about how she feels, about her interests. Tomorrow I’ll ask what she does in her free time. Yeah, I’ll do that. I’m really into this now. I want to know if we have anything in common. Maybe we could go out one of these days and waste time doing silly things—like hanging out at a park or going to the movies. Maybe she enjoys walking around downtown, or maybe she’d rather dance or grab a coffee. I know it all sounds kind of basic, but I’m out of ideas.

I hope tomorrow’s conversation gives me more clues, and I’ll use that as a way to invite her to one of my favorite spots. I know she’ll like it. Still, I need to learn more about what she enjoys. I don’t want to come off as annoying by asking so many questions—I’d rather she feel comfortable opening up and sharing that on her own. I really hope all of this planning works out. I’d be so happy just to get to know her better. But… what if she turns the questions on me? What will I say? My tastes are pretty simple.

Maybe I’ll tell her what I waste time on—maybe I’ll even admit that I’m starting to fall for someone who’s made my days feel brighter. That every time I think of her, my smile grows and my eyes light up. It fills me with joy to know I’ll see her again, to know she’ll be there—watching me, listening—without realizing that all those feelings I carry are because of her. Just her. She’s the reason I breathe, the reason I feel alive.

Or maybe I won’t say any of that. I get so shy around her. Tomorrow my legs will probably shake, and my hands will sweat—just like today. I’m not sure about anything… except that I will talk to her. And honestly, I can’t wait for tomorrow.

Oh! I had such a strange dream. I was walking through this never-ending alley. There were no windows on the walls, only framed pictures—landscapes of mountains, rivers, forests, cabins, beaches, trails, hills… so many that I imagined they were from places I’ve never been and don’t even know exist. I don’t even know why I dreamed that. The only thing that stood out was a silhouette in every landscape. I never saw her face, but it was a woman with long hair—so long it reached her waist. I’m sure it was the same silhouette in every picture. And she was in all of them… everywhere.

I have no clue how I managed to dream that. But I’d better hurry—it’s getting late. I need to calm my mind and focus on talking to her. Like always, she’s there before I am. Already sitting in the spot I always glance at before walking into class. Just like every day, I’ll greet her: “Good morning.” And it’s honestly so sweet to hear her voice reply the same way, day after day. I’m enchanted by her voice. I’ll walk up and ask her, “How are you?”