I have a dream last night, it was my Accounting Subject--a special class, that's the reason why I don't know the other faces around the room. And there was this one guy. I saw his face in my dream. He was handsome. Yes, yes, and yes. Unfortunately, I can't remember now how he looks like.
This guy sitting beside me was talking to me. He kept on asking me stuff and all. It was okay to me. But what bothers me most was the fact that this guys was playing in my hand, in his most natural way. I hate small gestures because it was one of my weakness. It makes me weak. It makes my heart beat fast. But I think he didn't notice that because before I knew it he intertwined our hands, holding like I was his. Argh. Imagine! And now I don't know why I'm smiling.
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