Was that a smile?

Today I found myself trying to steal a glance on her in my english class. I hated it the moment I realised what I've done. It's not that I don't like staring at her 24/7, which I do think I can do if I was ever forced too, but I hated what I've become.

I dunno, I'm promised myself that I would never place relationship above my studies but well, I don't think I have the heart to do it.

Never actually received a decent feedback on my story :( ... The most elaborative one was from my friend who told me that it was good, funny and I showed a superb eyesight in writing about my mom's smile part.

I guess I wanted weaknesses though, I might be writing more short stories just for the heck of it. And say, you guys know anywhere I can submit this too, a publication house or something? I think they might be able to give me better input.

With that information on my head I might be able to write better stuffs in the future. But then again, I maybe not. Still, it's worth a shot. It's better than stealing a little glance of what my future might have been.