He looks at you. Oh God, the way he looks at you. It's not the way you want him to look at you, though. It's not the way that sends chills down your spine and makes your body shiver in pleasure. But it's something. He's looking at you and it's not a look of lust nor is it a look that says, "God, I love you." It's more of a look that says, "I'm glad you're happy, "and he's looking at you with those eyes that say, "I'm proud of you." He's looking at you and his look doesn't say, "Damn I want that girl." No it's saying, "Damn I am glad to know that girl," and at that moment you realize it is better than nothing. He cares for you and it's not the care you want from him, but it's there and you're grasping every ounce of hope until you are down on your knees gasping for breath.
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Cerita Pendekrandom personal, little things i've written. don't really belong in poems or diary. Some are purely my own stories, with and without real influences, or just things I created from writing prompts I was given/found.
