A Collection of Thoughts

7) Her Fascination (Drabble)

I don't want to think of her like that; not like I know I will if I look at her too long.

I don't want to lie in bed at night thinking about the way she tucked her hair behind her ears whenever she thought too hard, or the way her eyebrows knit together in concentration whenever she was frustrated.

I don't want to crave the limited moments that I'd get to actually see her every day; or live in the small thrill that I'd get whenever I'd run into her in school.

I don't want to feel so very conscious of her when we're in the same room - adjusting myself to almost every movement she makes.

I don't want to search the crowds for the face that I suddenly knew almost every detail of.

I don't want any of that.

I wasn't going to have any of that.

But she looks at me one day, as she is reading a book by the pool, catches me looking her way and she gives me the smallest smile ever.

And it suddenly doesn't even matter anymore.

I am hers, wholly and completely. And she doesn't even know my name.