What If?

The look on her face she gave me everyday may have been normal for somebody else - except for me.

I couldn't help myself from trying to look at her every single moment.

The feelings a got, those beautiful eyes I couldn't stop thinking about, that smile that wasn't too big or too small that was just perfect, her long flowing hair and her beautiful laugh.

That laugh makes me smile for the whole day, no, for the whole freaking week.

All those things were just a little piece of what I loved about her.

She didn't think much of me, but how could I be sure?

Till this day I don't know...

I don't know what's worse the never knowing or not being able to look at her anymore.

Can I tell you something?

Every single person will tell you it's never to late, that you should live to the limit because you only live once.

Go for it, because you don't want to stay with the what if.

But I couldn't do it. I couldn't talk to her, I wasn't brave enough.

I couldn't help myself to stop and think about what would happen if I had told her.

But now it's to late.

Never had I thought I would actually now have that so called what if...