#DiaryEntry115

May 14, 2016

This is already the 43rd day where I sat on the bench, with sketchbook on my lap, observing the long-haired guy standing on the other side of this basketball yard. He dribbles a basketball, as always, while talking to a pale guy next to him who giggles at everything the younger said. Today he looks so adorable in ponytail that I honestly can't count until fifty without seeing a girl passing by him and chuckles afterward.

This is already the 43rd day and we haven't greeted each other, not even once. And I notice that, so far, he's never realized my existence which has been only 10 feets away from him. Idgaf tho, because my only intention to watch him from afar is only to convert this masterpiece into a 2D painting on my white plain paper.

And thus I'm here, in a cold tuesday evening, reaching out to my pencils and let these fingers do what they used to do.