Short Stories

Out of my league

I don't know why, I want to cry. I can't here, not now.

I can't cry every time his name passes through my head. But I do.

I should not feel this way, it is not me. But I can not help it. He is funny, smart, kind, and oh so cute.

It's in the way that he talks, in the way he walks. He is out of my league, he holds himself high I just pretend.

He makes me laugh, he makes me cry, yet I only know him from afar. In the few times I am able to be close to him, my heart flies. But he soon leaves.