I love her.
How she dances from dusk 'till dawn, her passionate movements everytime a classical music would play, I love that side of her.
How she smiles whenever she's too excited or happy on something. Her gums show as if there's no tomorrow. The skin beside her eyes wrinkles, flashing her genuine gummy smile. I love that side of her.
How her gaze can definitely make someone have a heart attack, how her chocolate-coated captivating orbs stare you down as if you're her prey, I love that side of her.
How her short brown hair sways elegantly against the movements the and music.
How she can be beautiful and elegant even in casual clothings. She's rich as hell but she doesn't show off, she's really humble and kind-hearted. I love that side of her.
How she recognizes me, but only as a friend.
I love those, but little by little it hurts me because I know that she'll never be mine. That I won't be able to call her mine.
And I wish that I confessed my feelings for her, because utter regret has consumed my heart and mind.
I should've been brave back then. Otherwise she won't be in hell right now.
