The Amazing Crush We waited for almost forty five minutes at the tutorial class and he never showed up.The following week, he came and I was five minutes late. I walked in and saw this tall guy, bent over the front table and writing something. He continued writing as I sat at the front desk, looking directly at his face, resentful. He should apologize for not coming last wednesday. He handed the register to me to sign, as a record of presence in class. He introduced himself as Nathi and was apologetic for the previous' week absence. It was good to know that he had a confusion of his time slots since the lecturer gave him the wrong one. After a moment, while teaching, I had taken a perception that Nathi kept glancing at me. I won't lie, I liked it. Nonetheless, I disliked the guy, I don't know why. It must have been his short dreads that hung over his forehead, or his tallness. I don't know but everytime he appeared in my sight, his view repulsed me.After the first half of the semester, something strange happened. Whilst I was in a cafeteria with my friends, eating and minding our own lame business, my tutor walked in. The tall, dark handsome guy emerged with his dreadlocks, darker this time, hanging over his forehead. Our eyes met then he quickly looked away. I like him? But I hate guys with dreadlocks. My friends insisted that I should try to get his attention in class, which was something I totally disagreed to because I did not like the guy. Or so I thought. After all, it wasn't like I didn't have his attention. I even tried to make myself feel better by waiting out the whole previous year because he was my tutor at that time. It wouldn't be appropriate if he asked me out since he is my tutor. Perhaps that's why he hasn't made any attempt to approach me. I grew fonder and fonder of him and he did as well. It was quite obvious that he liked me to such an extent that even a fly passing by perceived it. But he never made any move, instead he pretended not to like me at all. How silly he was. Everyone noticed his love for me, especially the girls from our tutorial class who always tried to flirt with him. Also in that case, he also acted ignorant to a point that girls thought he was in a closet. No, girls. He likes me. Every girl was clearly jealous of me. Nathi would gazed at me whilst we wrote some certain tutorial activities and girls who had a crush on him would notice. He was humble, decent and was never seen with a grin or anger in his face. The whole year ended and my friends advised me to confess to him since he never made any move. I would never tell a guy that I like him, and I'm saying it now as I am writing this. It's not really pride or something, it's just fear of rejection. But you're pretty much sure that the guy likes you, so? Trust me, the guy is so unpredictable. One moment, he pretends not to like me, then the next, he shows off his fondness. What a rare creature. In April this year, he came to me whilst I was busy typing my poems on my laptop, sitting alone on campus. He seemed interested in getting to know me and asked for my number. With mouth wide-open and bewildered eyes, I recited the digits. One day, Nathi asked me out on a date, and at first I hesitated. After giving it some thorough thought, I agreed. Then something saddening happened. On Saturday, the day of our date, the guy was unavailable. I texted him and he was offline. His phone went straight to voicemail. I was extremely shattered and heartbroken. How could he do this to me. I cursed him. Well, I know it was a wrong thing to do but I did. I felt great anger and resentment towards him. Did you hate him? Well… not really. At the moment of my anger, I thought I did. But I was clearly wrong. The following day in the morning, I received a flood of text messages. He apologized and stated some personal reasons that hindered him from proceeding with the date. I never bothered to reply. I know myself well. When I'm angry, I tend to say a lot of hateful and sensitive things, so I just kept my cool. I never believed the dude. I thought he was lying and making up some excuses. He was with another girl, probably. I never spoke to him until the 31st of July. On campus our paths crossed. But this time he pulled my hand as I tried to walk past him. I hate meaningless apologies, but I decided to forgive him,hey. Love is blind. I know… And he had promised that he'd make it up to me. I was scared that he'd do the same thing again. We've begun to text each other again from that very same day. He's a cool guy, that almost all the girls are crushing on. But what am I? Just a simple girl, who rarely wears makeup and hills and who has got no weave like most of the girls on campus. Sometimes I doubt he really likes me. Out of all the girls on campus why me? I am currently receiving a text from someone, I can hear my phone buzzing. Let me check… Guess, who's it from? Yeah... you guessed right.