Through the Glass: A Soft Confession

I’m looking at this very beautiful man on my phone screen. I am wondering if I really love him or just the person he portrays himself to be. But I do not think so, you see, because his lyrics are in depth; they’re so raw, and you kind of feel every emotion, the grit. It is this perfect balance of imperfect and perfect, and through his words, I knew him... or I think that I do.

But when I see him, looking all fly and laid back, and that very beautiful smile of his... a very cute smile... I can’t help but just blush and chuckle. Then I think to myself, “Am I insane?” How and why am I so happy to see him win? I’m, like, genuinely glad he made it, and that toughness is what attracts me. It’s giving god energy, and you know how I feel about gods.

It’s me on the other side of a glass window, looking at him walk past on the other side of the window. He doesn’t see me; he’s just walking into the building of a fashion house, probably for a fitting. My face and palm are pressed against the glass. Adoration, love, mushiness... I feel it all at once. I want to hold him in my hands and stroke his face.

Is it that deep? Probably not… But I tend to feel intensely, so this is my confession on my crush on Oakley, aka Central Cee. I’m quite shameless about it. I think everyone sees me salivating at this point.

Even now, I’m feeling super excited, all smiley. Eww. clears throat

xoxo,

Ashley Adeniran