One sided love (Her POV)
"One sided love makes a broken heart."
It's really hard to love someone from afar. All you can do is to watch every move he make and stare at his stolen shot pictures every night. What can I do? I'm just a typical girl. Not like the popular girls he hangs out with. Not wearing miniskirts and such. I don't have a highlighted hair like those chickas. I'm nothing but a girl with thick eyeglasses- but no, I'm not smart dude. It's just that I got stigmatism- with a very long hair that almost reaches the ground that's always in ponytail.
Summer break is approaching and the memory card of my camera is almost full. Full of his pictures. Yeah, I won't miss you mister. Well, the advantage of being a photographer of the school publication. No one's going to wonder why I always bring DLSR.
I saw him sitting alone on one of bleachers of the covered court. Damn! It's a chance to talk to him! But hello! Why would I do that? Oh sweet Jesus, can I just stare at him forever like this? He's too close, too close for me to reach for his hand but I can't find the will to do it. I don't want him to think that I'm like those girls who are drooling over him. Nah, I gotta get outta here.
Okay, I'll be walking in front of him. I need to find my composure. Damn it! I can't breath! Here I come.
Oh God! Did he just smile at me? Was it me he was looking at? Oh my! He's coming this way! I'm gonna faint! I'm gonna faint! I'm gonna- ouch! It's the girl at my back he was smiling, and he's going on her way. That HURTS.
One sided love (His POV)
"How can I tell her I love her?"
There's this girl who don't give a damn about my existence. I don't know if she's numb or maybe she's some kind of a wierdo. She doesn't have anyone to hang out with except her DLSR. I understand, she's a photojournalist but that doesn't give enough justification for me. Well anyway, she's not one of those typical girls that I know. Those girls who can't leave their houses without painting their faces. Those chickas who always wear high-heeled shoes and mini-skirts and such. This girl that I like, I really like, is very poles apart from them that it makes me crazy about thinking on how to approach her.
Summer break is approaching. Oh, I'm gonna miss this wierdo. I'm gonna miss her hair, the way she walks, the way she holds her DLSR and take random pictures, I'm gonna miss her.
I sit here on the bleacher 'coz I know she'll be here too. Taking photos of the varsities. God, how can I tell her about how I feel? She's so close right now that I can almost reach her hands but I don't have the will to do it. How can I talk to her? Do I have to say "Hi! How are you?" or maybe just a simple
"Hello, nice camera." Oh, that's so lame.
She's coming this way. My heart beats so fast that it almost got out from my chest.
I smiled at her but she got this poker face. As I walk towards her, I can't see any emotions in her face that's why I walk pass at her and go to my friend at her back. Damn! What have I done?
