Just writings.

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I've loved him. I always did.

He's like this... This part of myself which I can always love. Which I don't have to be ashamed of. Which I'll take care of for as long as I could.

I look into his eyes, and everything blurs out. His eyes are one of the most beautiful thing about him. They're so brown.. So... Lively.

I don't see him around much; he's always with his friends.
But when he does come in my view, gosh, everything seems so much more colourful.

His smile is so mesmerizing. Those perfect lips I'd love to feel. What I'd give to feel his lips against mine.

His laugh is such a melodic sound.

And his hands. Gosh, his hands. I've always dreamt of being held in his arms, his hands wrapped around my waist, my head on his chest, listening to the sound of his heartbeat- His heart beating for me.

Sometimes, our skin brushes while we pass each other in the hallways, and that is one of the most electrifying feeling I've ever had. His touch makes me shiver, makes me long for it, makes me want to... To... Just pull him towards myself and crash my lips onto his.

And oh, the way he smells. Its like vanilla and cinnamon. He smells so sweet, so... Utterly inexplicable.

And everything about him makes my heart stop. He's so breathtaking, so beautiful, so imperfectly perfect.

And I'd do anything for him. I'd let him break my heart a thousand more times, but I won't give up on him. I can't. He's everything I've never expected him to be.

I'll watch him kiss her, hold her, whisper to her about how much he loves her, and all I would do is wish that it was me.

I wish it was me.

Because I love him.

And maybe...
Just maybe.

Some things that you wish for would never come true, no matter how much it breaks you, how much it tears you apart.

But it's still worth fighting for.
He's still worth fighting for.
And I won't give up.

I won't give up until he's mine and I'm his.
Perhaps one day, he'll be mine.
And I'll be waiting for that day.

Love makes you crazy.