Last week on tuesday, I gave him a bag of cookies I made. He smiled at me. He smiled. at.me. at me.... he smiled at me. and said thankyou... I ran away. Wednesday thursday and friday he was absent. I assumed he was sick and I was worried. It made me sad. I don't want him to feel bad... The weekend went by and I came to school on monday... finally seeing him again made me feel like everything was right. I felt right. My world was back to normal. I am content to just look. Content to see him. Without that, my day would be bland, my days leeched of color. I'm too dependant on him but I can't stop it... Is this love? Is this what love feels like?