Staring at him through those brown bangs of yours, you rake in every small detail of him. His hair. His eyes. His laugh. His smile. All those things make you melt underneath.
When he passes by, you would tell your heart to stop beating as fast as a jet because there was no way he would notice you.
You smile when he looks at you. Not because you want him to know you're happy, but to hope that maybe he'll fall for your smile, like how you fell for his.
Hope and more hoping that one day he'll notice you.
YOU ARE READING
Rant
Short StoryA book about things we deal with in this life. 100 words per chapter [LIGHT READING]. -Never ending story unless I run out of subjects- *Requests accepted*
