This is my "Crazy Little Thing Called Love" story (well, sort of. LOL)

He was a junior, I was a freshman.

I didn't know why but there was something about him that attracted me so much.

The first time I saw him, I had to look again.

He looked smart. He smiled a lot. He was very polite. He was tall and cute, and he had dimples!

I bet he was popular because he was smiling at everyone, and I think he's a good leader.



I was just an ordinary freshman student. He would never see me, he would never know my name. But he served as an inspiration to me. I wanted to go to school everyday just to see him and I get disappointed a lot if I don't.

I had to make a move.

I joined a university-wide organization, became a staffer, joined a flairtending club and political party. I studied hard and I made it to the dean's list. I did this so that he would appreciate me. He would see me. He would finally know my name.

He did. But something happened...

I just wished he didn't say those things. And if not, maybe until now, I would still have feelings for him. Well there's still a bit left because when he came back, I was stunned. I always run when I see him. I couldn't look at him.

And when he told me I've changed (in a positive way), I just walked away and smiled :)

Now, I have accomplished so much and it's all because of him. He's my inspiration :)