If feelings were written on our face

I never thought that making him part of my life would affect me so drastically.
I found myself blushing uncontrollably when he complimented me, I found myself shy away from his intense gaze but most of all I found myself looking forward to waking up in the morning and putting on that ridiculous uniform.
He wasn’t at all what I expected.
He wasn’t the big headed, patronizing git I so desperately wanted him to be.
It was very hard to hate him or stay angry with him for long and boy did I get angry with him.
He wasn’t what I would call a gentleman but he was kind and respectful but only to the people he thought deserved it, which was mostly why I argued with him so much.
Girls to him were like toys, and toys that he would lose interest in easily and most of our arguments would revolve around that issue specifically, although there was the smoking and the partying and the bad company but who was I to tell him what to do?
Who was I, for him to even care what I thought?
Each day I grew closer to him and each day I tried so hard to pull away.
I didn’t want this. I didn’t want to be infatuated with someone like him, at least I hoped it was infatuation.
Soon enough we became inseparable and to my fear I found myself falling for him despite all my caution and the barriers I tried so hard to hide behind.
It was as if I’ve known him forever.
Text messages slowly but surely turned into phone calls.
I would answer his calls with a foolish smile on my face and the most girlish giggle in my heart.
My face would automatically turn beet root red and my voice barely a whisper.

This state of euphoria sadly wouldn’t last all that long as one night I got a text message.

“Dreamer, you don’t want to get involved with a guy like me… I swear. You have no idea how much trouble having someone like me in your life would be. You’re better off without me I promise.”

I looked at the message and felt the anger burn inside me and without warning white hot tears were streaming down my face and all I kept thinking was, What an egotistic bastard !!!!
Thinking that I was that caught up with him and his stupid life that I actually wanted to get INVOLVED with someone like him, the nerve!!!!!
To assume that I wanted a self absorbed idiot to be part of my life, although I haven’t even once mentioned that I cared or that I even bothered?

My phone rang. My heart stopped.
It was a message. Thank God.

“Dreamer, 7abebti, Stop crying.”