The Cute Guy In Spanish Class

They

Left

Me.

The only three words playing in my head on repeat.

Every time another minute passes and my old friend does not stand up on their desk and tell me how much they miss me, how sorry they were, my heart breaks a little more.

They

Left

Me.

I can’t focus. Oh dear lord my teacher asked me a question! I respond, “No se.”. She knew something was wrong. Everyone knew. At any moment raindrops would start draining down my face. Anyone can read my face like their favorite poem. I never have the ability to hide my emotions.

They

Left

Me.

The teacher says it’s time to get up and ask classmates questions in spanish. My friend helped me understand the assignment. My other friend made me laugh. Another girl knew my name and I started to feel popular.

They

Left

Me.

My heart rate starts to go up even more. I take deep breaths. Everyone starts laughing and hugging them. I remember when they used to hug me like that.

They

Left

Me.

Someone calls my name and I turn around. For a second, all of those feelings disappear. I had never seen him before. That smile. That beautiful wonderful smile, full of light and hope. I had never noticed him before. His black hair and smooth tan skin. He asked me to write down my name on his paper. Our hands touched as I reached for his pencil.

Suddenly three new words started playing in my head on repeat.

Our

Hands

Touched.

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