Even If

My writing inclination often strikes me when I am least able to write, and recently it chooses to take place in the bus. By all means, writing there could be manageable, but somehow I prefer to avoid my over-weirdness being exposed as I scribble in a notebook with strangers peeking over my shoulder.
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Quet. This is how my mind has been lately, doing everything in my power to ignore all of the unnecessary. Including you. It was one of this frivolous moments when the sun reminded me how to be happy on my own unusual and messed-up way. Even if...
But things happen for a reason, they are exactly the way they should be, and all that jazz. Or perhaps is it another thing we mutter to each other for the sake of comfort?
And here I am wondering what to do.
Now that I know blue is one of your favourite colours. That your deep hazel eyes acquire a shade of faint soft green upon the direct sunlight in an ordinary chilly March day. And that beyond this well-built facade of confidence and determination, is hiding a brief awkward smile of a boy, which drives me to want knowing more of you.
It is pointless to say that none of this originated from my initial intentions. When I started this game, it was never part of the equation. Ironically here I am writing this, now that I am left with the only option of avoiding. You and all the emotions that arise in me when we accidentally catch a glimpse of each other for few scarce seconds. Even if...