The First Part of the Story

Unattached. No connection. I do not mind you, you do not mind me.

We started off as seatmates on an elementary physics class. Everyday, for about an hour, we shared a common part of the universe. Everyday. Okay, not everyday-- only during those days that I could stand our BORING prof. 

I was always with my friend, Ian, and I seldom talked to you. I did once, or twice-- to ask for a piece of paper because we don't have any. Oh, and that one time that I gave you some Samosas.

I was able to finish that course well, and I knew that you did good, too.

How did I know that? because you look like the studious-type. Tall, skinny, and of course, the signature spectacles. Well, I may just be stereotyping, but you seldom speak, too. (Of course, I would hear you if you did. We were barely a foot apart-- and I hate that.) Well, the hardcore nerdy-type. 

I don't really have anything about nerds. I think we're all nerds after all. Well, you are the stereotypical nerd. I don't wear glasses, and I am very much talkative. I won't even listen to any word our prof would say. 

Hey, how could you manage to listen to her intently? with all your heart and soul? It's quite unnerving when you would energetically nod your head in approval of what she was saying, your head stands out among the other 100++ inside the room. It makes me feel that I am such a moron.

I did not care about you. 

A year after, I knew that I was right and wrong. Right about you doing well during that course, and wrong about you, being a hardcore nerd.

hooray for my first post! this reallly bugs me, so i wrote about it. well, the first part of it.