Why must you do this? From that first encounter, that first glance, the first touch. Your smile causes a swarm of beautiful butterflies, your laugh makes my swelling heart bleed out with adoration. I anticipate the moment we meet and you draw your large calloused fingers across mine. I want you to notice me. I long for the day that you are so consumed with the thought of me so much that you can't even breathe.
I am selfish, he can't know how I feel. He probably thinks I'm just the weird girl who likes to stare too long and is overly touchy.
He's just a crush, I remind myself. You'll move on and so will he, don't be silly. Little did I know, he was the weird boy who read too much and romanticized the idea of belonging to that weird girl who wore her glasses too big and was always too nice. Having a crush does suck..
YOU ARE READING
I Present To You
Teen Fiction" Well that's your problem, you're so wrapped up in the future that you can't see the present..." A girl who lives for the future but oddly enough likes to record the present. *not a fan-fic*
