blush

Do you remember when you were fourteen and you hated science but you looked forward to wednesday.afternoon.double.period.biology because you sat behind that quiet boy with the beautiful neck who had absolutely no idea how perfect he was?

It’s still the same: the most attractive folk are those who somehow remain oblivious to the effect they have on the world.

I am just about to leave a city that is physically radiant: stunning and yet, almost arrogant in its exquisiteness. This town knows its beautiful and it dares you to disagree.

For most of the year, that is. But for just a few weeks just.about.now.ish, this town seems to suffer a crisis of confidence: a purple.jacaranda.infused.blush descends. Soft, unsure, questioning; craving reassurance. Imperfectly perfect and more beautiful than ever.

I am left giddy and breathless.
A distracted girl in science class [willing him to love me back].