The first day he walked in the door, my every nerve electrified. I looked up and couldn't stop looking. I was aware of him, blissfully aware of him. He was attractive, but not just physically. I loved his personality. He was funny and sweet and just a tiny bit bad. I was aware of his every move because I wanted him. I wanted him to move toward me, to look toward me, to talk to me.
I'm still aware of him. His every move. But for an entirely different reason.
I never want his wandering eyes to stray my way again. His dimples better not come any closer to my face. His smiles must turn the other way. He needs to step back.
I despise him.
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RomanceThe first day I met him we established three things: our names, my intelligence, and his stupidity. Only one thing remains the same. My name is still Ellie, and his is still Ryan. _____ A poetic story of love, heartbreak and laughter, and all the e...
