Everyday, I've a story to tell. Not a short story, or a novel. Sometimes that story begins and ends in the same sentence. It might sound complete, it might not even make "sense". But, I do have a story to tell; every single day. Like today, I've a story to tell about a girl who led her ideal school life. And how, the guy she fell in love with at quite a young age, felt the same butterflies as he uttered her name; as she did when he just looked at her. And how, when he stopped to gaze at her when she had passed, shyly wondering if she'd heard him talking about her. And how, she just smiled, holding his words to her heart, as she passed by him. And then she had an idea. She hid behind the wall that separated them only to hear more from him as he continued talking about how awesome and beautiful she was, how much he had to say about her that at a point, he stuttered. That made her smile even more. Then she heard some footsteps from beyond the wall, and her heart skipped a beat. It was him. And there he stood, tall, and handsome and smiling; his bronze hair illuminating in the morning light that came in from the windows. And all she could do was fall in love with him all over again. And for the very first time, she saw her emotions reflected and reciprocated in his eyes, right at the time when it all mattered.