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Three rows in front of me, one to the right
I see the way you look at him
Admiring his dull dark hair and muscular build
Any girl would do the same and yet I am still baffled
You are a sophisticated red wood forest with branches towering up to the heavens
That has been impressed by but a mere scrub living out the climax of its life right now
But your beauty will last forever as the golden apples of Hera’s garden
Your attention and gaze is as precious as a Goddess looking down on her people
What I would do to be him
Except I wouldn’t just sit there gloating in blissful arrogance
My pride would claw into the pit of my stomach at the first glimpse of your
piercing eyes swirling with intelligence and strength
Everything I ever knew about the world would shatter at the sound of your
soft soothing voice singing in the choir room
But here I sit, still me
You may never know my name and our hands may never meet
We may never dance in the rain or kiss under the stars
But if you were to know how much you mean to me
Without judgment or disgust,
that would be enough
In Robin's Journal
Isabella Serra