Stolen glances, broken hearts, tears ever night. Noticing all the small things, especially how his eyes light up around her. My friends say it's normal but how can it be. It's not natural to look through the quad and find just one face every time. It's not normal to have a minny heart attack whenever I hear his voice and god forbid it's at me, not sure how the butterfly's haven't eaten me inside out yet. It's not normal to feel a little piece of me break of when he smiles at another girl. It's not normal it's not right. There is a reason why it is called a crush, it crushes you a little piece every time you see them. Little by little till you have nothing else to crush but that is what he does to me and I can't be mad. It is normal, I just don't see how.
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Short Stories
Short StoryA bunch of short stories and things that I feel and need to let out. Sorry if they are no good.
