Post 5

The summer days drifted by slowly.. Slow, because I was desperate to lay my eyes on her, once again..
A second seemed to pass as ten..
As that summer, which wouldn't have existed if the laws of the universe were under my command, came to a gradual end, my heart began to palpitate.. I was going to see HER.. The girl of my dreams.. My love.. Or, so I thought..

But, the day school started, I just wished that day hadn't come after all.
I didn't exist in her world. It seemed like I had to check the mirror to make sure I did, because the manner she strutted by me was so determined, I began to question my own existence.
I guess my naive hopes of her "forgetting the past" seemed far from reach, and, instead, the reality of "ignoring my presence" kicked me in the teeth.

At that point, I was desperate for any sort of communication. Being friends was the Santa Claus to a child.. A fantasy.. A thought that only a delusional mind would consider. Out of options, I resorted to bullying. I must admit, though, her frustration enticed me. Yes, I loved irritating her. She left me no choice, but to irritate her. She had it coming. The prank-calling, the teasing, the mild-bullying.. It was endless.
The accidental, yet definitely purposeful, "bumping into her".. I know my actions were transparent, but my impetuous ways were acts of desperation. I was desperate for a look.. When our eyes aligned, I felt my body dismantle. It was a feeling I yearned for, time and time again.

Her explicit feelings of hatred, however, seemed to come to an abrupt end.
While her routine was a daily basis of neglect, avoidance, and disregard, she began to.. care?
Why was she looking at me? I felt her staring, piercing through my soul, as if I had no shield.. Then again, my guards were always let down when it came to her.
She could have any part of me, if she desired. My aisles of feelings, emotions, memories, and anything that I was made up of, was her's to shop in..
Anything I seemed to do was of her interest.