The Meanings

I Wish

Wrote this because I was inspired.

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I Wish

He looks at her with desire and love. Hands, balled up to fists as he tried to approach her. Her perfect smile was everything to him. Her lips, curled up to perfection as the beautiful sound of her laughter travels around the room. Her wavy hair, fell perfectly below her chest. Her chestnut eyes, so bright and perfect. Everything about her is perfect from his view.

Her smooth skin, her soft hands that he would always imagine entwined with his. Her up right posture, never slouching when she sits. Her graceful yet exciting personality that he adored so much. She is perfect.

She is gorgeous. Pretty, beautiful, exquisite, charming, wonderful, attractive, brilliant, smart, generous and everything else good. But even then, words are not enough to describe such a perfect girl.

His eyes tore away from her figure and he stopped himself from walking up to her. How could he have almost done it? He knew, and everybody else in this what feels like a small, suffocating room that she was taken. Her smile brighten up almost immediately as she spots her love walking towards her.

How he wishes that he was him. He would treat her so much better, spoil her to bits. Buy her everything that has taken to her liking. Compliment her every second even if she was only wearing sweats and her hair is up in a very messy bun. Because that’s how girls and especially girls like her should be treated. They should be treated like they’re royalties.

He knows he would do a much better job than her current interest but it’s her heart. Her messed up heart that have left him to the darkness.

Why can’t she see that he was right for her? He is the one she’s supposed to take notice to? Oh he wishes….

His eyes filled up with salty tears as she leaned in. His heart broke and he completely turned around, giving up completely.

Nice guys always come last

That was his always thought. He was too nice. Too caring, a people pleaser if you want to call it like that.

He would always think about other people first. Never him first. He wants everyone to be happy and it was okay for him to be left out. It was never okay though….Never.

As he walked away from the room, she looked at him over the arms of the man she claimed to love. Her sad eyes fell to the back of his walking figure.

She made her choice.

It was too late.

Author’s Note

Short but I hope it’s okay…I’m sorry I didn’t get to update World Tour today, my mind is a total blank.

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Stay pretty my daydreamers! Unless you’re a dude! Then stay handsome!

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