the title is what i say on a daily about ethannnnn

please stop, that snap above is actually so adorable ugh he's such a beautiful bean!!!

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he's a charming boy, a ray of sunshine i would call it; a glistening beam of light crossing blinds on a window, shining on everything in its path.

high school, we met as locker neighbors, casual stares because of the familiar feeling of curiosity when meeting an appealing face. he carries these hazel eyes that sparkle under any source of light. his lips never pale, it remains a deep crimson on the soft skin. his hair is curly and lazily put up, yet he doesn't need to try. when i say he was visually appealing, i mean he's such a breathtaking boy.

and when we stare, he couldn't dare to be the first to break up the stare. but once we break contact, a piece of him is left on me like a tattoo, and i would be breathless and unable to control my ignited body.

soon we've started talking, which then led to him leaving notes in my locker almost everyday, simple sentence, and i wasn't oblivious on who it was, and he knew that.

today is a sunny day today:) would be something he would say to me, along with some cheesy stuff like but it doesn't shine as bright as your gorgeous eyes. look, i'm trying.

and then we'd talk about the cliché of the note, and he admitted on wanting to be a a poet, which was probably the most adorable thing i've ever heard from him.

and he can make me desire more and more from him.

i pick up a note from my locker, already feeling the burning inside the skin of my cheek. it's always an orange sticky note, and it would be folded so it would stick together safe and secure of the memo written inside until opened. i unfold it, and read baby, you looked absolutely jaw dropping yesterday. floral dresses bring out the internal beauty in you...you gorgeous blooming rose. speaking of that, i hope you like roses:)

i blush in the deepest shade of red possible, folding the note back to the way it was; securing it's words of admiration like an envelope, and i put it in my pocket.

and ethan can never fail to make me tremble with his words, and i'm the only one he's writing these to.

precious baby.

a lot of people know of this attraction we have towards each other and ethan's devotion to that attraction, yet we've never really taken it seriously. it's innocent, it's so damn innocent. what could be more innocent than love letters slipped into your locker everyday by a curious and charming babyboy? and hanging out together after school like young friends back in elementary, but at the same time being so subtlety allured to each other.

and he is different from the rest, the world we live now, a boy like ethan is hard to find. he's a known outcast, if that makes sense, into things that some would say "not masculine", which makes me shake my head at the statement. what makes him seem like that? he puts loyalty into poetry and simply literature intensely, he admits to expressing himself more on paper than out loud,

sports is just a side hobby-very much a side hobby, and as to nature-

-he elaborates about his delicates back at his house on a daily, brings up how soft and fragrant his roses and tulips are, and he brings a few freshly picked from his garden to me specially. he smiles down innocently at his blooms like an idiot, finger gently skimming the damp feather-like silkiness and breathy giggles escape his lips-

-he dwells himself in the comforts of it. (idfk what i'm writing)

he's surprisingly pure for his age (he can be naive in adult situations, and he admitted his fear of growing up, i know and you know, it's crazy rare for a young adult) but that's considered "not masculine". what a joke, what a false statement yet sadly followed by so many!

i never followed that, he's just a cute babyboy only discovering his first encounters of heart-wrenching young love, he's not the only one though.

today he's been holding a single rose today, not putting it in his pocket at all since it'll "crinkle the delicate skin of it" he'd say.

maybe after school is the best time of the day, meeting him long after reading his letter, but still feeling the flutter in the chest from it.

and walking towards each other is the best feeling, just like at this moment; a little shy and giggly firsthand, but my chest contracts deeper than ever. he's the most gorgeous man i've ever seen.

his light jean jacket oversized around his body, and his skin flushed and soft from a view, his hand spinning the flower in his hand as we narrow the distance between each other.

"hi," he says, watching me smile from his voice, then delicate flower is held carefully in his hand is looked at. "i got you this."

taking the flower felt like taking a piece of him for myself, a single touch of it leaves me flourished in tender-hearted agony. everyday he can make my heart thrash around and race. wow, i'm so sensitive suddenly.

but this happens everyday, but each day gets progressively harder to hold inside my emotions. i just want to release it all.

"you're so flushed," he laughs out. "you can blend in with the rose."

"yeah, i don't know," i say, swaying my body. his eyes never dared to abandon mine; it's riveted.

"you look so pretty today, well like usual," he says fiddling with his fingers. and maybe this whole silent attraction might turn into something more powerful and accepting between each other, and that's only making em more compelled. oh, my heart is electric, so is the atmosphere between us.

"coffee?" he asks, reaching out a hand waiting for another to be laced with. never will i ever believe this is real until my hand feels his, 'cause i'm frozen yet warm and tingly on the inside, this is something that i've day-dreamed about...

just to hold his hand.

my fingers cross with his, probably the most innocent clasp and lock of hands that i've ever witnessed, and we are both watching the process, and i know we're both feeling every single pulse of our hearts racing and racing together. how much i wanted this touch of skin, and release an excruciating amount of feelings,

because he's the charming baby that never failed to make me utterly gripped everyday. (lol i cringed)

and walking out the school seem normal in one's eye, but in my perspective, i'm internally drowning in a slowly deeper level of admiration towards this boy.

oh hi, i'm sorry for being inactive:)

and i hope this is a good filler. i want to continue, but idk...

i have to do a part two to another imagine so like...idk.