You skipped today.
You had what looked like a letter in your hand.
It had hearts on it.
You looked so happy!
Thats nothing different but..
Its affecting me again!
I jumped up!
But I rattled the garbage can.
You looked my way.
I ducked.
When you looked away,
I finally stood up.
When would I get the courage to go to you?
And actually speak to you?
YOU ARE READING
Spectator
Fanfiction'I want to tell you how i feel.' 'But Im scared that you might not accept me...' 'After all,' 'I am just a spectator.' //Book one of the Love Yourself series//
