It was not even that long ago since I saw you. I miss you. It's only been a little bit, yet I'm already counting the hours until I see you again. I wish I could have gone with you. Be taken away from here. This noisy library while I work on my slides for class. I don't really expect anything of you, you know. I just want to be near you. Even little things, like getting you to laugh, it makes my world go round. Suddenly, in that moment, all there is to care about is you. Yeah, I rant to you about my insecurities and fears, but being with you makes them not matter anymore. Your voice, I absolutely love it. I wish you knew how i felt. I really do. And you know, I am starting to be able to look into your eyes, now.
You know, you have the most gorgeous eyes. They give me cold shivers when I look into them. There's this little spark in my chest. When I make eye contact with you, I feel something. I know you'll never read this, so might as well just say it: when I make eye contact with you, I feel like i'm with someone so damn amazing.
//Like, for real guys, he's nice. No. Sweet. But it's not the stereotypical "nice guy" kinda thing. he'll make fun of you and mess with you, but deep inside you know he cares. I feel like he' the kinda guy that will emotionally catch you if you really need it. He's so creative, too. He's an amazing writer, and I keep trying to encourage him to continue writing. He's so intelligent and he understands these complicated things that I could never. He twists negativity around and really gets you to think about it. he's just so amazing.. //
I stared at your locker as I walked by it, just missing you. Wishing you were still there..
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Watch Me Fall
HorrorSome thoughts of a not so sane teenage girl. Cover by @ziggystaardusssttt