GUY'S POV
I saw this girl in class today. She was stunning. Breathtaking. Amazing. Her long hair. Her big eyes. Her small button nose. Her full lips. Stunning
We met eyes for a brief and heavenly second. I couldn't breathe. She saw me and I saw her. The stars aligned and the heaven's called upon me to be brave and keep eye contact.
She looked away and she blushed.
It was the cutest thing ever. My heart was racing. I couldn't breathe. I promised myself I wouldn't let this get to me.
She looked at me again.
"Is there something in my hair?"
"Do I have a huge zit on my nose?"
"Is there something on my face?"
"Does she think I'm cute?"
Crap.
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Not a second has passed that I haven't thought of her. I constantly day dream about what it would be like to hold her close. To cuddle with her and to love her.
Had she ever had a boyfriend before?
I have dreamed about being her boyfriend and the heaven I'd be living in if I were her boyfriend.
I'd buy her small gifts and always tell her how cute she is-
She looked at me again. I can't breathe. I don't have asthma, but I think I'm having as asthma attack.
Is this what love is like?
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What is love?
Short StoryLol my first story don't judge. A girl sees a guy and she sees him. She thinks she's in love, but the guy is feeling a little bit different toward her. Love is pain and pain can dwell in love
