Relationship Imagines

The Difference (P)

He hated everyone,

Everyone but her, that is.

You see,
she had this smile, this smile that made him tremble. The only other thing that could make him tremble was the dark, and you see,
he was too proud to admit to either of them.

She smelled like roses,
and every time he caught a whiff of her when they'd pass each other in the halls,
or whenever she'd smile at him,
he couldn't help but turn red,
and though he wouldn't say a word,
he'd study every molecule of her being
which made her shudder every time she fell
under his sharp gaze.

Whenever she tried to greet him,
he'd choke on his words
or not speak at all.

He loved her, you see. 

No one but her.

But how could he tell her
when he knew
he'd never tell her?

You see, I suppose that
the only difference between the two,
was that she was ready to love him
but he could never tell her
he was ready to love her back.