"I'm only here for a minute, I don't have a lot of time. I got a couple of questions to ask you—girl, I hope that you don't mind. Do you have a bike? Do you like to run? Do you like to go on long walks in the sun? I wanna see the sights; I wanna see them with you. When I saw your face—when I saw your face—I knew I was in love right away."
Yr Face//Oberhofer
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i guess it started when i saw you, the first day of high-school. i had transferred high schools and i was feeling so goddamn lost. and everyone else knew each other.
it was the fourth class of the day, we had social science together. it's funny because, you remember the first time you talked to me. you actually remember. i don't even remember that...
i do remember that one awkward moment we had together. and it wasn't 'awkward' it was full on silence and unfamiliarity.
we were walking in the hall, back to our class and i was on one side of the hall and you were on the other—our heads were down and i couldn't help but feel something. maybe it was just me overthinking, but there was this repelling force between us that brought me closer to you.
then i found out more about you,
we finally began talking.
you play the drums, and guitar. soccer and baseball. i know you like the number seven, because you always make fun of me and my number eight. you also like metallica. my friend adores you because of that—she says she can't wait to meet you when we get married.
oh, i doubt that will ever happen.
your birthday is on september twenty-third. i didn't know that until it had passed. you're older than me by a month and a couple of days. and you're taller than me by a couple of inches. and you're south korean and proud.
my friend thinks you might be half-asian half-white—i wouldn't really know...
just recently, you told me your mom calls you 'sweetness' and, honestly, i think that's adorable. i think you're adorable.
your cheeks are always seemingly blushing. and you mentioned how much you hated them. but i like them. and i told you that. i told you, "i like your rosy cheeks." but you didn't respond. i felt like a complete idiot after that—maybe i did something wrong. you don't even like me.
you have a habit of poking my sides—you know how ticklish i am. but i always feel so self-conscious because i know you can feel my fat, you've only hit my hip bone once, by accident.
and you know how to make me smile, and laugh. and you seem to laugh with me too—
or at me, most likely...
i also enjoy looking at your eyes, they're hazel whilst mine are just a boring, dull, brown, color. they're really light and gorgeous, and i'm a sucker for eyes. they're the first thing i notice of a person, and usually the first thing i really like about that person. when you smile or laugh or just stare at me, they're just so pretty. i bet you don't even think the same thing about mine. ha, nobody really does.
all i really want to do is hug you, i've never hugged you before. and that's all i want to do. maybe even hold your hand, they're always warm compared to mine—mine are always cold.
but i'm not in love with you. i just really like you... a lot. and maybe i actually know what i'm feeling because it's the most recent and the most present and mature i have been. but you're a mystery to me, still. i don't know how you communicate with other girls. i know i'm not anything special compared with other girls.
i'm not as beautiful, i'm not as modest, or humble, i'm not as talented or intelligent. i'm not the most athletic and thin. i am neither as funny nor outgoing as other girls.
i just hope no one breaks your heart.
but i'm just hoping.
Yr Face//Oberhofer
~~~~
i guess it started when i saw you, the first day of high-school. i had transferred high schools and i was feeling so goddamn lost. and everyone else knew each other.
it was the fourth class of the day, we had social science together. it's funny because, you remember the first time you talked to me. you actually remember. i don't even remember that...
i do remember that one awkward moment we had together. and it wasn't 'awkward' it was full on silence and unfamiliarity.
we were walking in the hall, back to our class and i was on one side of the hall and you were on the other—our heads were down and i couldn't help but feel something. maybe it was just me overthinking, but there was this repelling force between us that brought me closer to you.
then i found out more about you,
we finally began talking.
you play the drums, and guitar. soccer and baseball. i know you like the number seven, because you always make fun of me and my number eight. you also like metallica. my friend adores you because of that—she says she can't wait to meet you when we get married.
oh, i doubt that will ever happen.
your birthday is on september twenty-third. i didn't know that until it had passed. you're older than me by a month and a couple of days. and you're taller than me by a couple of inches. and you're south korean and proud.
my friend thinks you might be half-asian half-white—i wouldn't really know...
just recently, you told me your mom calls you 'sweetness' and, honestly, i think that's adorable. i think you're adorable.
your cheeks are always seemingly blushing. and you mentioned how much you hated them. but i like them. and i told you that. i told you, "i like your rosy cheeks." but you didn't respond. i felt like a complete idiot after that—maybe i did something wrong. you don't even like me.
you have a habit of poking my sides—you know how ticklish i am. but i always feel so self-conscious because i know you can feel my fat, you've only hit my hip bone once, by accident.
and you know how to make me smile, and laugh. and you seem to laugh with me too—
or at me, most likely...
i also enjoy looking at your eyes, they're hazel whilst mine are just a boring, dull, brown, color. they're really light and gorgeous, and i'm a sucker for eyes. they're the first thing i notice of a person, and usually the first thing i really like about that person. when you smile or laugh or just stare at me, they're just so pretty. i bet you don't even think the same thing about mine. ha, nobody really does.
all i really want to do is hug you, i've never hugged you before. and that's all i want to do. maybe even hold your hand, they're always warm compared to mine—mine are always cold.
but i'm not in love with you. i just really like you... a lot. and maybe i actually know what i'm feeling because it's the most recent and the most present and mature i have been. but you're a mystery to me, still. i don't know how you communicate with other girls. i know i'm not anything special compared with other girls.
i'm not as beautiful, i'm not as modest, or humble, i'm not as talented or intelligent. i'm not the most athletic and thin. i am neither as funny nor outgoing as other girls.
i just hope no one breaks your heart.
but i'm just hoping.
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