#whowritesmypaper //The one where we decided to meet in the library// #whowritesmypaper //The one where we decided to meet in the library// i saw you. my eyes fell on you right after entering the room. i looked at everything and placed my gaze everywhere but on you. still, you were the only one i was there for. i meddled with my hair and slided through the shelf. i looked at you from behind through the gaps. how did my heart not leap out to you? how? i thought that the palpable tensions were long forgotten. but it comes crawling all over me, all over me-- all because of you, everytime when i am with you. i would give a million to name this feeling and lose a zillion to never ever name it. never. you didn't look up from the book you were reading. for the first time, i was interested more in the reader than the book. i don't think i will choose to read a book when i can read you. how loud was i? how hushed my breaths were? i am bound to heave sighs. only them. the detour i took that day to decide how to talk to you was the longest i have ever stalled. i could hear my breaths pressing sudden brakes and pulling stunts all together. at the same time. how calm were you? did you know i was there? did you look at me and then look away too?
