"Read her eyes, and you can see her heart" is a quote I saw while walking down the road.
On the first day of college, I was very excited, and at the same time, I was a little nervous.
I entered the college gate, and the initials DY were imprinted on it.
Bliss air and the musk of flowers conjoined for my welcome. Entering through the corridors, I reached my classroom. I pushed the door to enter the room, my gaze fell on the glass window where the sun's rays flattered a girl who had brown hair.
Our eyes were locked, her radiant face with perfectly shaped brows, made her facial features stand out, and she wore her smile as her armor which was a perfect face in my eyes. With a navy blue top and pale pink pants, she sat in a manner that fails a star.
Looking at her, I understood what the quote meant. My heart was in awe.
Glancing at her, I wanted to be a poet. I walked toward her and foolishly in love, I said a poem:
Your hair is the grass that cuts my heart,
look in your eyes make one fall,
the World at your feet,
The time that stops,
made me ponder,
Who are you fair maiden?
Can I have the privilege of knowing the word formed with letters?

A tight slap with blank expressions broke my fantasy world... That brought me right back to reality that's when I realized what I had done, I was embarrassed, and my face turned red. Quietly, I sat on the last bench, covering my face.
That is how our first interaction was.

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