I was working with his father, a very good man who took care of me and my friends as we went thru high school. He was aloof but my friends told me that they catch him looking at me. It made me feel conscious and it was my younger sister who made it obvious that we were attracted to each other.
Never would I forget my youth: my desire to be together, to talk to each other, to let go of how I feel hoping that somehow, he feels the same way.
There are times that I was conscious of his eyes on me. I would pretend not to notice, giving out a smile as if to acknowledge that I know what was in his mind.
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