Love isn't blind. Infatuation is.

Curling up on the sofa, wrapping the blanket around her, she opened the diary and began to read...

"It was farewell day for the senior class when I saw him for the first time. A new student. He wore black t-shirt and a faded jeans and carried an ambiance of authority around him. I couldn't make out his features due to the distance but he appeared much taller than me. He headed towards the residential area of the school. 

"I sat beside him since there weren't any vacant seats in the class. I smiled when our eyes met. He didn't. I saw the opaqueness and depth in his eyes that strongly refused to give anything away.

The class began and when the questions began he answered all of them without missing a beat. When the questions were directed to me I couldn't answer, for the first time." 

"He spoke for the first time today. He didn't understand a chapter of English and asked me to help him. I did. We spoke about music then. He told me to listen to songs of the bands I didn't knew.   I did listen and loved them." 

"Today he revealed the darker part of him. I wanted to help him. Get him in the right path. While helping him, I forgot I was losing myself.."

"With each passing day my liking was growing stronger and knowing I could help myself, I didn't. That was a mistake."

The door bell rang pulling herself out of her reverie. Before opening the door, a conversation with her mom when she was sixteen popped into her 26 years old mind.

She: Mom, love is blind you won't understand.

Her mom: Love isn't blind. Infatuation is.  This is infatuation. And trust me, the right guy will cross path at the right time.