I thought maybe, just maybe, he might choose me. The girl who's big blue eyes contain all the constellations in the sky. The girl who's hands move to create beautiful sketches and stupid little doodles. The girl whose feet move and leap across the dance floor. While her hair grazed below her shoulders, and swept across her face. The girl whose hands had touched so many different instruments, a new love for each one. The girl who is so proud of her team. And has the biggest passion for dance in the entire world. The girl who's hands fit right into his. The girl whose lips fit right on his, perfectly. The girl whose smile was contagious and who's laugh might not've been the most beautiful thing, but it's the most wholehearted, real, laugh anyone would hear. The girl who choreographed her solo, dedicated to him. The boy who she fell in love with. Who she was completely and utterly head over heels in love with. The boy who's big coffee brown eyes stared deep into the constellations in hers. The boy whose smile was the most beautiful thing in the entire universe. How his whole soul was the most gorgeous thing in all the cosmos. And all the galaxies. So maybe, just maybe, He might choose my constellation-filled eyes instead of her dull ones. Or my passion for dance instead of her boring interests. Maybe, he might just pick the one who fits with him beautifully. Maybe, just maybe he might just pick the future he planned with me, over the unknown with some girl who doesn't dance, who doesn't sing, and who will never love him the way i do. Maybe, just maybe he'll choose Payton and Luke. And my dream of becoming a plastic surgeon. Maybe, he'll choose my problems over hers. Maybe he'll choose the depression that lingers throughout my existence and choose me. Maybe, just maybe he'll pick me. He'll choose me. He'll love me. Maybe, it will be he and I against the world for the rest of our little lives, on this little planet, and it will be perfect. Just like how it's supposed to be.
