Haunted
...ween my hair and cram into my mind. I’m imprisoned and I can’t free myself from the image she has built in me. I am held captive by her mere memory that it numbs my senses, leaving me feeling weak and, considerably immobilized, resulting to my sudden crash landing at the foot of the stairs as I was going down to make breakfast. Even while eating, the arrangement of the things I observe unconsciously spell out her vivid name. Even during the most terrible and traumatic moments in class like when I failed an unbearable long exam in a complicated subject or just even when listening to a lengthy mind-numbing lecture, she never fails to make things a lot more dreadful. It’s as if I’m doomed to forever think of her when she is…a million miles away from me. So far, I couldn’t even possibly think I’d ever see her again. But the world loves make a fool out of me. I can always remember her innocent face with her perfect smile that could light up my day. Her soft voice that is like music to my ears gives happiness that could last for a week. In addition, her beauty could catch my attention. I could not forget the times that I was with her. Suddenly my heart pounds very fast and very loud as if everyone can hear it. I was really attracted by her simplicity and meekness. She wouldn’t put on make-up maybe only light make-up if it is really needed. She wouldn’t were precious jewelries although she can afford it. Material things really don’t matter to her. She wo...