Forever and Always

Chapter One: She's Mad for Him

He would always claim that he was ' confused' about who he should fall for, or how no girl could ever like him, while I was sitting there in front of him, listening to him say nonsense straight forwardly. How could he be so naive? Haven't I made it obvious that I am mad for him? 

Almost every girl in school likes him, but that shouldn't change anything from my side. I could be the girl to win him over. "Amelia," my mom would say, " I know exactly how you feel. Remember that I was your age once. That I was having boy trouble  then just as much as you are." I considered rolling my eyes at her remark, but I wouldn't dare, because she has a great point, and I understand, now, what she was saying. Though I could never understand how that would help me in having a successful 'someone that I could love differently than everyone else.'

Daniel was different than most boys. (I know, what a cliche.) He always let out a happiness in even the dullest situation. Like he was just a living beam of sunlight, lighting up the darkest alleys, giving a jovial ray of hope, even in the rain. I loved that about him. I love the way he gives a reassuring smile every time he sees you. The fact that he cares about everyone and their well-being. That he just has delicateness with every touch and with every word. He is wonderful.

Some may say the only reason that him and I weren't dating is because neither of us have ever told each other the way we feel. Though the one time I tried I just shuttered and said ' Never mind. It isn't very important.' Then we would both ignore what I said because there were butterflies fluttering from our stomachs to our throats, leaving us wordless; too nervous to speak. Any time either one of us even began to express our feelings that would happen.

We didn't express our feelings through words, usually. But through actions . Short, quick glances at each other. A hopeful, pointless smile. 'Accidental' touching. Flirty remarks. Compliments on the most unnoticeable things. Subconsciously almost kissing after looking into each other's eyes for too long. Any small thing that a normal person wouldn't think twice about if they were in my position is how Dan and I expressed our feelings for one another.

Sometimes I think I might be the naive one. 'He can't like me.' I always doubt and lie to myself, ' That sort of thing is simply not possible.' I think to myself. Then after those thought run through my brain, I can't help but think of Dan. Wavy, short, brown hair. Blue eyes similar to the depths of the ocean. His perfect smile. The delight that is his laugh. The wonderfulness of his voice. The clear perfection that shines through him. Everything.  I am mad for him.