When she cut her hair for the drama, I knew it couldn’t have been easy for her.

Personally, I liked it though.

She made a really handsome boy.

I found myself staring at her more often and that was really when the mirror broke.

Have I always been looking at her this way? Have I always felt this way about her? Was I just overreacting?

Was it just me who felt electricity course though my entire body when she looked at me the way she does or when she touched me the slightest bit?

It was getting considerably more difficult to understand my own emotions.

Of course she was oblivious to what I was going through.

She had other things to worry about and there were so many other distractions.

In a way, I was grateful for it. I didn’t want her to know what I was going through.

So I tried avoiding her when I could. But even the blindest person could see that I was becoming more distant and quiet than usual.

So then I tried to fake a smile as best as I could and clung onto my other members as a façade.

It was difficult though. I wanted so badly for us to be normal again.

If only I could get a hold of myself.