James and I were being left in a room after the party died. I love this guy to the core of my heart but wasn't that very sure if this guy feels the same as I feel around him. I hate to display and tell him to face about how I fucking love him and actually get rejected and disappointed when it turns out he doesn't love me.
I leaned closer to the windows pane when this guy touched me softly with his big hands and actually turned me to face him upwards. He then asked me; " Do you like me, Lina? His question astonished me, do I like you? My face was blushing and actually reddened. In fact, fucking...