I felt eyes on me again.
I looked up.
Him.
He walked by,
carrying a pallet
of fruits.
He smiled.

That's when I noticed
his eyes grew soft
when he smiled,
and he looked
even more gorgeous.

He's like a painting.
A painting of the perfect, plain boy.
The stereotypical plain boy
with a secret in his smile.
It makes my heart ache
with anticipation,
but I'm not sure why.

He knows something.
Maybe I know something
that he doesn't want me to know
directly,
and he knows that I know.
Either way,
his smile takes my breath
like a punch in the stomach.
 
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