Touch of a Hand

Prologue

Have you ever fallen in love with someone? I have. And let me tell you, it fucking sucks.
Have you ever twisted an ankle or broken a bone? It's like that. Only 100 times worse.
They say love is the most incredible thing that you can experience. They're wrong. Love can be a wonderful, gut wrenching feeling.
It all started from the day I held his hands. The way he kept messing up his footwork and the way he smiled at me when I looked up at him. The way he skipped me around and swung me onto the next person. The next person's hands were rough and they held mine too tight. My hands hurt.
After that everything went downhill. Life was a burden when I wasn't talking to him. We became good friends. Of course it took awhile to even become acquaintances. It all started out as a silly crush on the most attractive guy in the grade. But then it became so much more.
But now I hate him. Actually, I love him. But it doesn't make any difference. He'll never feel the same. Everyone already likes him. He literally could have anyone he wants. I can't think of one reason why he would want me. He's amazing really. People describe him as perfect, even. But he's not. Far from it actually. He's not perfect, but perfect for me. I'll never be good enough for him though. I have ugly waves in my blonde hair rather than perfect beach waves. My eyes are more so grey than blue ones instead. I'm okay in sports, not so much the star athlete he is. I'm not as skinny as I'd like to be. I have ugly freckles on my nose and my smile is weird. I have crinkles in my eyes when I laugh. And I think, why can't I look like her? Or that girl? I wonder, just why, why, would HE ever like someone like me. My head hurts. My heart hurts. Because I know that the boy with the warm soft hands, will never like me.