I remember so clearly the first time I saw you, proudly, confidently striding through the classroom. yet sitting quietly and minding your own business as usual. At that moment I hated absolutely the idea of you. To me, you were the epitome of a privileged life. I imagined the wonderful childhood you had with happy confident parents who praised you and gave you all that you needed. You later came to speak to me and introduced yourself. I felt so beneath you and insecure. How could I possibly live in a world with people as happy, confident, and secure? I resented what you stood for. But over time, I started noticing you looking at me, your eye-catching mine, and lingering for too long. At first, I thought I had imagined it and that it was all in my head. But then I found myself starting to, seek you out, stay back at the canteen if I thought...