My thirst for him seems to be unquenchable. I tell myself no, he can't love you back. You aren't even in his thoughts. Yet he is every single one of mine. I wake up and I dress for him, hoping he will notice. I go to school in the hopes I'll well pass by each other and he'll give me that little smirk that sends my heart beating faster. Yet I know he never will. Never wants to. I seem like a younger sister to him, someone to hang out with and make fun of. But to me, he is my Adonis. My perfect man, because he is so imperfect. When I see his name on my notifications, I grin and want to giggle like a school girl. When he looks into my eyes, I hope he can see the lust that I have for him. I know he can't. But I still dream. I know he'll never love me back but, with every inch of my heart, I love him. I love his smile, his Joker laugh, the way his eyes crinkle when he gives a real smile, I love his voice, especially when he sings. I love his loyalty, his charm, his humbleness, his dominance, his compassion, his rage, his body, him. I. Love. Him.
Darian Smith, I love you. But you'll never know. And I hurt everyday because of it. I know it's nothing I've done wrong, it's nothing I can fix. But I want to. I want to be the girl you notice in the halls. The one that makes you do a double take. I want you to be the one listing after me. Is that selfish? I hope not.
For now, I'd rather be your friend than the younger girl who thought she had a chance.
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How I Love You.
Krótkie Opowiadania"How do I love you Darian? Well that's simple. The first time I gazed into those brown eyes I fell. You hadn't even said a word yet, and I was ready to follow you anywhere." -Ella The romance tragedy of Darian and Ella.
