I'm doing it again.
Stealing glances at him from across the room.
The boy who will never be mine.
He wouldn't like a girl like me anyway, the kind that never gets noticed.
Thus a sad little crush for a sad little girl was born.
After class i would see him with his buddies, he has such a cute smile on his face.
I'm jealous.
The friends i have tell me i could aim higher.
Instead of crushing on the geeky boy and curly hair and glasses.
That I should go for some cliche wanna be jock.
So instead of telling him I loved him, I let him be.
How could a smart boy like him with his friends ever like a girl like me anyways.
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A suspiciously odd amount of Short Stories.
RandomHere's some stories that are small, may not have a beginning. May not have an ending. But they are what they are. Deal with it I guess. "//" - Super short writing bits. ">><<" - Short Stories.
