This morning I met up with Elisa. Well not exactly, I saw her outside the school gates. When she brushes against me, my heart burns, my skin aches. I bump into her deliberately sometimes, just for the sensation. Every moment spent around her is frozen in time, a cherished memory that sticks in the forefront of my haunted mind. Somehow, just looking into those halcyon eyes sends me reeling. For weeks on end I’ll close my own and meet hers. If I ever did meet her eyes, (not that I have) I’d be a dead man before I graduated. That guy she’s with, I don’t know his name and don’t want to know his name but the sight of him is a dagger in my chest. To walk in his shoes, I would kill. Perfection, she’s perfection and I deserve her. I’m the only person that understands Elisa, and she doesn’t know yet, but she will.