I look at her and maybe she wasn't the fairytale of everyone's but she was my fairytale. The way she smiled, the way she laughed. Even when almost everyone considered her a nightmare. Her confidence is what makes her beautiful.
How she speaks her thought. How her hair bounced with every step she took. Maybe it isn't love, and no it isn't but she is something worth admiration. Simply because of her wonderful aura. It's nice. It makes me feel confident. Safe.
We'll never even be friends though. I can't talk to her comfortably. I wouldn't dare to initiate conversations and no, it isn't love. I simply think she would be a great friend to talk to, to laugh with, to cry on. A friend worth to keep.
Yet hardly anyone sees her like that. I do, because she's nice. Really nice if she stop those random mood swings. Sometimes I just look up to the ceiling from my bed at night and wonder why I couldn't have known her earlier.
Then again if I did, I would not treasure every time we have left. Maybe I would but that will never be comfirmed. Her smile, her eyes would soon be kept as a memory with the minimum pictures.
But no, it isn't desperation, not love, nor pain I'm speaking from. I just think it would be nice to have a friend like that once in a while.
Because I don't think it would be that easy to find a friend with that shining personality. I know, believe me.
After all, I never had a friend like that.
Yet again, I never really knew her.
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I'm not in freakin' love guys. Cough. Cough. Cough. Either way, I hope you enjoyed this♡
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Historia CortaTo everyone I wrote an entry for and for those who need to find light in a dark time. Just remember I'm here for you and if you want, send me your story and I can write it out for you to the best of my ability.
