Reminiscence
That was the day of our initial meeting.
Edward Leo patiently awaited my arrival!
I spoke to Edward Leo...
Edward Leo gave me a smile.
He did, indeed.
On that day, he gave me a smile.
He was waiting for me by the window seal after I left the lesson and advised me to control my nervousness.
He was aware...
He was aware that I had an anxiety issue.
He was aware of my social anxiety.
The day was that...
Edward then appeared to me to be... Different.
A excellent alternative
He may appear to make things simpler for me by making an effort to sit close to me in the cafeteria, ignoring strange remarks my bully makes about me and approaching me, agreeing to work with me in pairs on class projects, sitting next to me in the classroom, and offering me water when I start to feel anxious.
Just let him look after me...
He'll check to see if I'm "Anxious" around him.
And his numerous small motions make it more difficult for me to pay attention to him. while reflecting on the previous month.
There must be some invisible thread connecting us that keeps us connected even though many things have changed.
But after all these conversations, I'm left to wonder: Did he have the same feelings for me? Did he miss me as much as I did him? Did he think about me too?
Did he?
Evenings now seem like a torture to me because I can't think of anyone else than him after all this time.
Despite my best efforts, I can't fall asleep because I keep thinking about him.
The first text I received came last week on a Saturday at 7 o'clock...
a text message from him
"Hello Daisy, this is Edward.
Just wanted to let you know that the professor has given us a joint project; the specifics will be revealed on Friday of next week.
I'm hoping the project works out well for us."
That awful message is there.
I can't sleep because of it.
My sister or best friend will occasionally catch me reading his text several times.
I can still feel the elation I felt when I saw his message,
"HE GOT MY NUMBER."
YAYYYY
I must, however, respond to him by saying that, thank God, my gorgeous sister Rachel helped to soothe my anxiousness. She gave me a big hug like I had won a war.
Funny but adorable
After that, I texted him: "O, Hello, Edward
Nice to have you as my project partner, and I wish you the best of luck "
And the day when projects will be given to us is tomorrow.
The day I talk to him is tomorrow.
He will be introduced as my...Project partner... tomorrow.
I know it's corny,
but he's going to be my partner.
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