My Love: A Painful and Sorrowful Story

I want to feel him hold my hands and caress my cheek. To feel his adorable lips on mine. I want to have him hold me in his arms,

promising he will never leave me. If he didn't admit his feelings for me because he was afraid I didn't feel the same way, I'd tell him

how I truly feel. If he doesn't feel the same way, I would die inside. I'd be in oblivion for always and eternity if he never loved me. I can

only pray that he feels the same way. Funny, smart, charming, caring, polite, athletic, brave, and attractive; only a few words to

describe him perfectly. If I'm hanging out with my friends and we talk about whatever comes to mind, there he is, either standing a

metre away doing the same with his friends, or sipping his Coca Cola as he listens intently to us girls, giggling at how awkward the

situation is. I will never forget that night at that restaurant when I sat across from him. He looked at me and checked me out often, and

of course I blushed like a freak. I don't know how I will never forget that adorable smirk he gave me, as he grazed his foot up my shin.

The feelings I have right now are ones that I've never experienced before, and are indescribable. As far as I know, all I can say is that

I'm inevitably, and undeniably in love with him. I just want to hear him say he loves me. I want to see how he will react if he knew these

feelings; but at the same time, I don't. I'm scared of being turned down. I'm afraid that he'll laugh in my face. Most of all, I'm terrified

that he already has a girl he can call "his". That would rip my heart out. I would feel so lonely, and upset knowing that he may not feel

the same way. It slowly kills me from the inside out knowing that we may never be together.

Chapter 2

After doing my absolute best to try and focus on more important things like school, my future, my mind always finds a way to go back to him. He's been on my mind at least three times daily, and I find myself having difficulty concentrating on reality.

I think he likes me back. He's been sending mixed signals- which guy doesn't- but he's been flirting with me.

Just the other day I was texting my friends and I caught him sneaking glances at me, checking me out, staring at my butt. I told her about it, and then he tries to show off for me. He started doing these awesome dance moves, randomly took duck-faced selfies, and sang in such a high-pitched voice I almost cried from laughing so hard as he attempted to sing that song 'Brave'.

As I sit here and wonder why did I even start liking him? What made me so attracted to him? he always does something that makes it so hard to not turn a bright shade of red. I swear it upon life that he likes me back. I may never know; but I have a plan.

I won't share this plan unless it works in a few months. If one thing backfires, he will for sure find out about me, and what I've been up to.

I can't believe I'm actually doing this. It all feels so surreal and different. It feels as though I'm in a dream... and I don't want to find out the ending.

For now, all I can say is that he's like a drug; I took one hit, and I'm hooked.

He's so addicting. The way that he smiles, the way he speaks, even the way he looks at me is all so unimaginably affectionate. I like to think that this guy is different; very different. He's got something special about him that I can't quite put my finger on.

I pray he likes me. I pray my plan works out as thought. I pray we can soon become one.