The sound of a cheering crowd filled my ears, catcalls reaching me from the audience. The announcers voice yelling touchdown by number... That was you. That was your number. You ran to the sidelines, getting some water, and looked into the crowd. You were searching for someone. Who? Your eyes landed on me, and time froze. Just stopped. You stared at me through your helmet, and I stared back. We held each other's gaze into I was forced to tear away, your eyes searching my soul. Why do you make me feel this way? My heart stops every time I look at you, and your not even that attractive. My thoughts diminish when your gaze meets mine. I look away quickly, when I catch you looking at me ,and vice versa. You stare at me like you want something, but never talk. I look at you because I long for you, but never do anything about it. You treat your girlfriend right, and I don't flirt because of her. If only I were given a chance. If only...
