Cairo

Why can't I see your gaze? These words were always in your thoughts; no matter how much you looked at him, you never saw his eyes on you.

You were both schoolchildren and each studied in his own way; many liked to make a couple out of you, but he seemed to deliberately keep a stronger line, maintaining only friendly relations.

But you always saw how he was jealous of you towards others, not a friend, but something more, tried to touch you, helped with everything, walked you home and so on, so that all this led to thoughts about feelings.

At the same time, you were also afraid to confess to him, what if he really only sees you as his best friend, and you would simply ruin the friendship with your confession.

A couple of days ago, the history teacher divided everyone into groups where we had to give a general presentation, since there were few people, we were divided into twos, and how lucky you were to be paired with him.

Now, when he was trying to find important information and was completely absorbed in knowledge, you looked at him, trying to remember every feature of his face so as not to lose anything, when suddenly he said:

-Why are you staring at me like that?