Shy||l.t. a.u.

day seven

Graduation day is so soon. I'm not happy because I might not be able to see you for so long and you're the only girl that I'll ever love. I know that because my feelings are so strong for you.

I know if I ever meet another girl I won't care for her as much as I'll ever care for you.

Your too special to me, and I love you.

I see you in the audotorium today. Your shiny, blonde hair is in a tight bun instead of  loose waves. But I like that this hairstlye shows your beautiful, distinct features on your angelic face.

Other people may say your face isn't angleic like me, but I say it is. Even though I see flaws, like a few acnee spots, freckles here and there, a scratch, cut, or bruise, I will always think you look like an angel.

I wish you were my angel.

Everyday I would remind you how beautiful you are no matter what.

Because Holland, you are beautiful.

Please don't ever forget that fact.

Love,

     Louisx

The boy hides the bruises and cuts on his face with the hoodie shadowing his features. He looks up through his dark, thick lashes at the blonde girl who sits directly in front of him, two rows away, smiling with a boy next to her. Louis looks in anger as he smiles fondly at her and how he easily makes her giggle nervously in her seat. Louis should be doing that, not him.  An arm of his slowly snakes it's way behind her back and holds her closer to him, stroking the pale skin of her arm.

The blue-eyed boy's fists clench and he quickly gets up from his seat before walking up to the two rows and walking past the teenagers that flirt shamelessly with each other. He sits five seats away in the same row, watching with jealously and afraid that she might fall for his tactics. She doesn't want him to convince her that he likes her because Louis is the one that loves her endlessly. Louis is the one that craves her. He wishes he could switch, whoever is the guy that sits next to the beautiful girl, with him, and he's the one finally making her laugh, with a perfect smile on her face. Instead he's cut and bruised, a face full of flaws. He's shy and insecure, a mind full of his imperfection but full of her perfection.