When you've lived 16 whole years, including years of hard-working middle and high school, and only ever like one boy, you start to think.
Or, more like you start to doubt yourself.
You start to wonder if this boy even notices you.
If he cares...at all.
You—I—whoever we're talking about here, starts to dream a lot, too.
I dream of Park.
There–I said it. Even his name gives me chills, right down to my toes, right down to my brand-new Nike Air-Force Ones.
And I think Park dreams too. At least, I hope he does.
I see it everytime he looks at me, his bright blue eyes meeting mine, and I can almost imagine him promising me something.
Something...
But, it's been 14 years since we met.
We've grown up together. Always been friends. By now, I hoped he would have caught on to my feelings for him.
So why doesn't he ask me out?
Why haven't we dated yet?
I...really don't know.
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Rhapsody
RomanceSavannah Whittaker has only ever liked one boy. Only ever loved one boy. But like most crushes, Park Gable acts oblivious to her feelings. Until one night when Park lets down his guard, confessing to Savvy that his family is at stake. And just when...
