My Adorer's Best Friend

bittersweet memories

(Another attempt to escape reality)

As I sit in class, my eyes inevitably drift to him - the boy with the messy dark brown hair and gorgeous eyes. He's always laughing with his own group of friends, completely carefree, while I'm stuck in my own world, trying to muster up the courage to talk to him.

His smile is contagious, his jokes are hilarious, and his kindness is inspiring. But what really draws me in is the way he looks at me - like I'm invisible. He has no idea I have a crush on him , and that's what makes my love for him so bittersweet.

Only if he notices how my cheeks warm up into a bright red even the tiniest eye contact, how fast my heart beats when he is close, how nervous I am around him..

I find myself wondering what it would be like to be the one he shares his smile with, to be the one he confides in, to be the one he loves. But for now, I'm just a ghost in his peripheral vision, a fleeting thought he'll never fully grasp.

My heart beats faster when he's near, my palms get sweaty when he looks my way, and my mind goes blank when he speaks. It's a one-sided love that I know will never be requited, but I can't help but hold onto the hope that someday, somehow, he'll love me too.