Perhaps

...it is a chain reaction.
I should not think of him, or even slightest letting myself liking him. He makes me angry. I become even angrier looking at his eyes.
Perhaps
...I don't like their colour.
In order to stop this vicious circle, I need an external and detached distraction.
Writing.
The pieces that are moderately tolerable need inclination. And what's better than seeing the Fragment.
Meeting him.
Being few inches away. Exchanging glances. Catching a sight of his deep and breath rhythm disturbing dark eyes. Being drown in by them. Then writing comes easily. It is effortless, smooth and profound. Not seeing him, leads to not good enough presented words, disturbed sequence, and no coherence in my thoughts, because all of them are storm clouded by my emotions towards the person I least want to feel anything.
Perhaps
...now this is something not to write about.