I'd always say that it was a friend who was a boy that I wanted, not a boyfriend...but now that I had one I still wasn't happy
Now I dreamt of the teacher rearranging our seats in a way that I sat in front of him and each day I could stare so intently into his chilly pastel blue eyes that he'd have to talk. He'd have no choice but to pick his way through the very ice his own eyes set upon us.
After all, it was one thing reading of people in situations like this, but it was another thing experiencing it. I knew I could never speak to him. For two years I could hardly look at him without my heart beat speeding up, let alone could I now talk to him. And not to mention, I'd never looked at him directly in the eyes ever since that one day so long ago.

I dreamily looked at the blond boy sitting in front of me, unaware he was staring back. The entrancing gaze I had longed with all my heart to see for so long was finally staring at me. Not at a friend. Not at a teacher. It was for once directly toward me. The chilly pastel blue eyes made my heart throb with joy and my face grew so heated that I could’ve been a furnace, but the gaze continued to cast its spell over me. I was oblivious to anyone around and I was unaware of the few people also staring at me, but I didn't care. I didn't care, not as long as I could feel my heart beat, I didn't care. I would’ve stared all the rest of the day had not an unfamiliar voice spoken my name. I daftly looked around; my eyes still trapped with the sight of those eyes, when the someone who’s voice was unfamiliar spoke to me again. I could hardly make out the word they spoke, but then...I realized my name was uttered by the blond boy sitting in front of me. I continued to try to become aware of this, but the thought of a reply was lost somewhere in the part of my mind with sense. Just as I was about to speak his name under my breath something incredibly unimaginable happened.
I woke up.

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