There she walked in, her long brown hair swaying in the midday breeze A beauty to behold, no one could have been prepared for this We've been classmates for years and I've never looked at her this way "Go say hi to her" my friend said, I'm not her type I replied in dismay I usually think that something is wrong with me, like a part of me is broken Maybe that's why whenever I'm around her, I don't seem to be outspoken But when I think too much about it, I conclude my problem is the fear of rejection So I would lie to my friends " I don't like this particular girl, I promise to approach the next one" While I sat there questioning how someone's daughter could be so stunning It's quite unbelievable that I was looking at her direction yet didn't see her coming "Hey Jude what's up" she said, "I've noticed you stare at me all day" I don't know what came over me when I replied "Nothing, you lo