Dan's POV:
Phil and I have been chatting and calling each other on skype after we met for the first time. He is just as imagined. Inspiring.Beautiful. Generous. Overall amazing.
His hair so dark and mysterious, it shines in the dim lighting. It's so soft. His touch, so soothing and comforting, all I want to do is hold his hand. I can't. He has a girlfriend.
And that's okay.
His eyes. When I stare into to them I get lost. I drown in the never ending sea that is trapped inside his skull. A pure crystal blue sea with the yellow sun making parts of have tiny gold-ish yellow spots, like shimmers of hope. The sea weed swirling light green into deepest parts of the sea. All of this still can't represent the beauty of his eyes.
But his eyes belong to someone else
and that's okay.
He is happy with her. I should be happy for him. I know I could treat him better than her. She keeps complaining. She is just a whinny child that does not know how to go out of her comfort zone for the she claims to love. Someone should pacify her. So she stops talking. I could do so much better than her.
I would hold him in my arms whenever he feels down. Whisper compliments into his earn. Tackle him behind. Tell him ' I love you' in between kisses.
He likes her,
and that's okay.
If I told him how much I love him he will reject me. Things would become awkward and we would do different ways. I am one of his best friends, I would never want to hurt him like that.So I stay close, but we are worlds apart. Every bone in my body aching in pain from restraining.
And that's OK.
He's OK.
He's happy
I am broken
