Infatuation

I had class with a guy who I thought was beautiful. He had long eyelashes, curly black hair, unblemished brown skin, a sharp nose. It was an acting class, he was very bad at acting. In fact, it almost hurt watching him. He would do weird accents and gesture erratically with his arms. If I wasn’t so mesmerized by how he looked, his performance would have been a pain to witness. I am still scarred by his act, but I guess not in a bad way. The image of him is etched in my head, like a detailed painting. A work of art.

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