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Is That Her?

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saw someone today. Let me be more specific. I overheard a conversation that caught my eye or ear. A girl was sitting at the table next to me with her friend. (I am assuming she was her friend. I have no way of gaining a confirmation for my assumption).

Anyway, she was talking to her about our professor’s proclamation about the law. Her friend listened patiently. When the first one had finished speaking, her friend said, “Well, she is correct that morals have almost nothing to do with the law.

However, morals do have a hand in laying the foundation of the constitution. Sure, you cannot win a case with morals, but you can definitely win over a jury. We should not underestimate people’s attachment to made-up morals that rule their lives.” I was too stunned to speak. How had I not considered that? She was right. Before that, I had not looked at her.

But listening to it, I wanted to see the person who had such a spectacular mind. I fixed my gaze on her. I do not think I have ever found anyone that attractive. It was not her looks or anything. It just felt like she was covered in some kind of radiance. She laughed at something her friend said.

The sound was so melodic. I was entranced. She caught me looking at her. I wanted to look down or at least look away. I just could not get myself to avert my gaze from hers. I could not look away. I did not know if I would see her again. I wanted the moment to still to a stop.

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It has been three days since my last entry. I did not see her again. I had a strange conversation with Mother last night. "Jacques, is everything okay? You seem distant." "Yeah, Mother, everything is fine. Why do you ask?" "I met your aunt yesterday. She was really worried.

She said Adam might be using drugs." "Come on, Mother, you and I both know Adam. He has such an aversion to drugs. I would be more likely to do them." At this, Mother gave me a stern look. "Jacques, don't even joke about it.

You know it is a sensitive subject. Your aunt is right to worry. Drugs ruined your uncle. She does not want her son going down the same path." "Alright, fine. I will ask him. But even without asking him, I can assure you he is not on drugs. Also, is this why you are here asking me if I am okay?

To check if I am on drugs?" She went quiet. "Well, I just wanted to make sure." I know I shouldn't have, but I laughed. She stared at me, perplexed. "Mother calms down; everything is alright." She ended up laughing with me. It got me thinking. Emotions and people are a lot more dangerous than drugs.

Drugs are just a consequence. Why do we suddenly start caring when a consequence has already happened? Why do we not say anything when someone is hurting? Why do we purposefully cause hurt and then wonder why something happened the way it did? I will never understand human beings.

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I have slowly started to forget about her. I do not remember what she looks like anymore. However, I cannot forget what her laugh sounds like. Such a distinct sound. Sometimes I hear it again in the middle of the night. I never hear it when I am sleeping. I think my own brain is afraid of banishing her thoughts and memory into the realm of dreams.

However, I did not see her again. My eyes involuntarily searched for hers whenever I was on campus. It is like she vanished. Do not get me wrong. It is not like I am in love with her or something. I do not even know her name, let alone know her personality.

I do not even remember her face, so love at first sight is quite possibly out of the question. I think the right approach may be that I am fascinated by her. I was roped in due to her thoughts on a certain matter. She thought quite differently from me.

Her thoughts intrigued me. I was fascinated by the way she approached the gray area in the professor's statement. Do not get me wrong; she would never make it as a lawyer. That is, if she is pursuing law.

Her approach to the matter, no matter how fascinating and intriguing, will not win a case for her. A part of me felt like meeting her would lead to disaster. To that part of me, I would like to say, how ridiculous even are you? It is absurd to think someone you only heard talking about could bring you disaster. How ridiculous!

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