• I watch as you trudge back into the room, head facing the floor as usual, your brown hair swishing as you move your head and look around the class. Most people are staring in awe, but your sapphire orbs rest on my face and my twisted look; a mixture of envy and embarrassment. You know what’s going on behind my very eyes; you know what I’m thinking right then. I know you do.

    You slump backwards into your chair and the history lesson continues. Everyone else has turned their eyes back to the whiteboard, but not me – my gaze is still fixed on you, drifted away from everything else. Your slender back, arched in a small curve. The back of your hair, clipped with the single red bow I gave you your last birthday. And without turning, you know I’m watching you. I know you do.

    I smile and stretch, still keeping my eyes on you. I can tell you’re smiling – I don’t know how, I just know. But I know it’s because you know I’m watching. You draw up a finger and begin to coil it through your hair, as you usually do when you’re bored. The sleeve of your pink jacket I gave you last week slips down slightly, revealing the scar I gave you the other week. I laugh silently to myself, and you laugh with me. I know you do.

    You turn now, but only slightly, to see my smiling face. A quick glance is all you give me then, but a quick glance is all I need to take it all in. The quick swish of your hair over your face, the smile, your secret smile that you always give me. Your sapphire blue eyes. Your pointed nose and small, curve-tipped ears. And I think you’re beautiful, and you know that. I know you do.

    I glance towards the bell that now echo’s it’s sound throughout the classroom and empty halls. Everyone stands up simultaneously, aside from me and you. We stay seated as everyone leaves, then we both stand up at the same time. You turn and smile at me, flashing a “Come on,” position with your hand. I nod subconsciously, and even though I wait so, you know I’ll be wherever you go. I know you do.

    You leave the room, and I follow, as we walk down the corridors, our footsteps echoing and mixing with the sound of the playing students outside. We don’t walk next to each other, or even behind or in front of each other, we keep our distance. You’re scared of sharing our love with everyone else, even though I know you want to. I know you do.

    I enter the closet after you – the same one we enter everyday, the one that nobody but us know about. Somewhere only we know. You stare into my eyes, the stare you give me everyday, and our lips lock, as they do everyday. I wrap my arms around you, and you wrap yours around me. And you know I’ll always be there for you, always be there to wrap my arms around you like now. Always there to slip my lips against yours, and give you the smiles in the classroom. And you know I love you. You know I do.