I was sitting in math earlier and the work was kind of easy so I spent some time thinking about her. Even if the work wasn't easy, I'd think about her, but now I can write this all down:
I would walk into school and see her by her locker. My eyes always find her. She's too beautiful to miss. And I would walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her and she would laugh and turn around and kiss me. Just a small one. But she would kiss me and I would tell her that I missed her and she would say it back and I'd hold her hand and take her to her class.
I would give her candy before she goes in. Any type would make her smile. Skittles, M&M's, gummy worms, Reese's Pieces, honestly anything. She would tell me that I'm so sweet and I would say, "Not as sweet as you,". And if I was lucky, I'd get another kiss before she goes into class.
I'd like to think that I wouldn't be afraid of what other people say or think, but I know that wouldn't happen. So in my dreamland, everything is fine and my friends accept me and my family accept me. Anyway...
After school, I would want more time with her. Even if we just went on a long walk. Being around her is like medicine, kind of. And we could talk about anything and everything. We could talk about school and we could talk about music and we could talk about if we believe in aliens.
If it was raining, we would run under a tree or we would just kiss.
The thought of kissing her is indescribable. It's like, I don't know. I do know, but I don't know.
I just want to kiss her.
Kiss her in a way that makes her know how much I want to kiss her. So she knows how beautiful I think she is and that I've wanted to kiss her for a while.
I'm taller than her so she looks up at me anyway, but her hands would probably come up to my face or the sides of my neck or over my shoulders. And I would hold her waist or maybe have one hand against her cheek and she never usually ties her hair up so I would need to push it away.
I would be nervous the first time, probably having a complete meltdown inside, but then I would never want to stop.
I would probably only stop because I'd be smiling too much.
Maybe she would be too.
Or I think about taking her on a date. I would show up with flowers or buy them when we're together so she won't need to carry them everywhere. And we would go somewhere that I can still talk to and see her, so not the cinema.
Maybe like an art gallery. I think she'd like that.
Although I'd end up staring at her more than the actual art. She is art though.
And then we could get ice cream afterwards and I'd let her put as much candy on top as she wants and she would take an M&M off and feed it to me. I would probably still be staring at her.
Staring is rude. Admiring.
I would take her home and kiss her on her doorstep and tell her that I had a lovely time with her. And even though I wouldn't want to leave, I would go home and grin the whole way.
I would send her messages that would hopefully make her smile. Send her lyrics from songs that remind me of her. Or poems that I found on Instagram. The one's that make it seem like the poet is describing an angel.
I know that I can kind of write, but to be able to write like that would be even better. To be able to describe her in a way that makes my words seem magical.
Or would my words just automatically be magical because they're about her?
That was a bit of a sidetrack.
I've thought about kissing her in my room. And when I think about this, I can already feel the nervous anticipation. We would be having one of those quick conversations where it goes back and forth we're moving in closer to each other and the breaking point is when one of us looks down at the other's lips and then we would be kissing and that would be... magical.
Maybe I need to think of another word to describe her other than magical. Ethereal? Exceptional? Wonderful. She is truly wonderful.
Like a sunset.
Songs That Remind Me Of Her:
- Wonderland by Taylor Swift
- Helplessly by Tatiana Manaois
- Make You Mine by PUBLIC
- Dream of You by Camila Cabello
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