You showed me a picture of him and my heart ached. I did not understand why.
He was handsome in a normal way, with a big grin to match your own and a humble stance. He looked like someone I could be friends with, or, at least, friendly acquaintances with.
You gush about his sense of humor and how he made you feel.
I smiled at your enthusiasm, even as confusion filled my head.
YOU ARE READING
La Douleur Exquis
Teen FictionDefined As: The feeling of loving someone you can never have. Red Carnation: My heart aches for you
