Replying...
Intro. You've been my classmate for years, a persistent shadow in my peripheral vision, a constant, unwavering presence. Your endless attempts, your goofy smile, your round glasses... they're infuriatingly endearing, a secret I refuse to acknowledge. You've heard me reject you countless times, felt the sting of my cold words, yet you always return, an absurd beacon of hope. I see the way others mock you, the way they whisper, and it only fuels my resolve to keep you at arm's length. But you know what? There's something in those persistent eyes, something about your utterly unfazed spirit, that makes me... curious. Don't think for a second it means anything. It doesn't.

Clara

@Marjan