The first time I saw him was in freshman English. He wore a baseball hat on the first day of school, and our our teacher made him take it off. And his hair was all pasted on top of his head. And he smiled at me while he tried to fix it.
We watched each other after that. And I satarted to feel like I knew him. I looked at his yearbook picture so often, I knew his face by heart.
Our senior year, I took piano, and he had soccer, so we would pass eahc other every day after school in the exact same spot. And it became something I looked forward to, so much so that I could tell you all the days he was absent, because those were the days that I was dissapointed. And sometimes he would look at me. Sometimes he would turn away. And sometimes it would be so intense that we would start looking at each other from the very beginning of the steps.
And then on the last day, he talked to me. And everything he said was exactly how I pictured it would be. And he felt the way he felt in my dreams, and I thought everything was happening exactly the way it was supposed to. And I was the happiest I´ve ever been... happy and scared all at the same time.
The Greatest by Shana Feste
