And again I want to cry because his smile is so beautiful, his voice sounds so gentle and his eyes look so warm with piece of confidence. Maybe I fell in love. I don't know if it's just a crush anymore. But I know that I want to get to know him, spend as much time as possible with him and be able to hug him whenever I want to. I'm pretty sure that if l'd stand the chance of getting to hug him that he probably would smell like a sunny and warm day in my life. But maybe that's just my imagination making up stories.
I dream. I dream of us being a couple.
Dream of him holding my hand. Dream of being his one and only.
But it's just a dream. Something my mind made up. When I wake up after dreaming of him I always feel a little sad.
Just like my favourite book came to an end.
And I know I should do more than just stare at him from across the room but I can't.
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RomansThose are just my feelings right now. The chapters are short and will come in irregular. And btw "he" underlined and "he" written in cursive are two different guys. I just didn't want to use the real names and couldn't think of good other names. H...
