She looks at him across the room
Her eyes searches for his features,
She is too shy to satisfy herself by staring at him
It's a bad luck called 'fear', she doesn't even know if he cares too
She gazes at his face
Not too wide, slopped forehead, with very few faded lines
His hairline looking young
These soft yet manly, clear yet cloudy, kind-filled eyes
Flat light haired eyebrows, a perfect match for certain brown-colored eyes
His nose is absolutely heavy, heroic one
Oval lips, the upper lip's shade is bit darker than the lower lip
Adequate face shape, with not too edgy sharp jawline, but still looking sharp as ever
A little stubble forming on his chin. She knows he looks better in every state and condition.
His hair looking like a wavy mess of coffee and faded chocolate highlights
And still he looked as beautiful as ever
He follows trends, but he's always original and classy
He is crazy, but that contained in his most-of-the-time silence
He is intelligent, but never turned it into wittiness
He is confident, but no one is as selfless as him
He is simple, in the most sophisticated way
What now?
The meaning, what now? You said you like him, what now?
Are you going to be a silent devil about it?
Or do something and be brave for once?
Will he like back?
Maybe no
Mostly no
Her conscious announced, cutting the ropes of her daydreams about the man who habitats her heart
She closed her eyes in pain, remembering who she is
Just no
She won't even try, she assumes she doesn't need to try, she claims she is not worth it
She muttered his name under her breath in sympathetic agony
Why would he get pulled to me?
I might ruin everything before it grows
But then her eyes drift to him again
And that's how she saw him smiling at her.
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What now?
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What Makes Us
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