Book Description
My friend and I are more than friends, I just don´t know what exaclty we are. We act as if we are together but we are not, he treats me different than before. I used to be a weirdo to him, what changed between us? He does stuff and makes me feel confused, that´s when I ask myself ¨What are we?¨ He looks at me straight in the eyes, and when he does my body shivers, my legs get weak and my heart rate raises so i look straight, away from the sight of his eyes. He takes a few peaks at me while we are in class, I see all the looks he makes on his face by looking through the corner of my eye. I actually find it cute and sweet. Have you ever seen someone admiring a beautiful peace of art and they just can´t stop looking at it? Well…that´s exactly how it feels when he stares at me. The saddest part of us being together is when we have to part ways. Not exaclty because I have to wait for the next day to see him, but because to him I´m a complete stranger once we are outside. He pushes me away, almost as if he is embarassed of being seem with me since I´m not popular or well known. When I really think about it, to him I might as well just be a toy he can come and play when hes bored. When he get´s tired of playing with me he goes around to look for a better quality toy, but since that high-quality toy isn´t as fun as to play with he always comes back to me. I started to get a hang of what´s really going on and I started to play with him, I changed a lot. I made him wait for me, I made him worry about me, i made him miss me and wonder where I am and whom am I with, just like he does to me. I do like him, but he disappoints me everytime I´m about to give in. He makes me feel bad about myself, he talks about girls and how perfect their body is. He messed around with me and got me attached to him, what can I do with the feelings I now have for him?