we were alone that day and you looked so handsome even with the terrible lighting in the library and instead of reading "Hamlet" by Shakespeare I was looking at you, your eyes your lips I couldn't help but look at how perfect you looked. the more I stared the more I noticed things I didn't notice before like the scar that went from your bottom lip to your chin.
you probably felt my stare because you looked over and I felt a blush come up from my neck to my face and I buried my face into my book...god... I hate that I do such cringy things like damn I need to leave him the fuck alone... I already know he doesn't like me he wanted to forget the kiss so I need to forget him too...
WHY IS THE CHAIR MOVING... OMG DON'T LOOK UP DON'T LOOK UP......
I looked up and the second I did the Roses started to bloom and my heart started to beat because I looked into you...your hazel eyes...
"Hey Jamie"
he... he sat with me... but why?
YOU ARE READING
the thoughts of love
Romancethe mind of love the mind of two individuals and how their thoughts brought them together
