I have this feeling. It's about this boy. When I look at him, I want to smile, smile because his eyes are so mischievous, consistently slightly tildes upwards and they speak right to my heart. His hair shows that he doesn't spend long thinking about it and finally, my favorite part.
His smile is sweet. Sweet, like he would be a really great brother.
Maybe it's because he reminds me of my brother. Maybe it's because he looks just like someone I would have a crush on. An out-of-my-mind hopeless and endless high school crush. But when I look at his pictures, I feel a type of familiar attraction to him. I want to speak to him, talk with him. I imagine he would make me laugh.
What if he was sitting next to me? What would happen? Could we talk? Would he want to? Would he want to talk to me?
Sometimes I imagine he might be, that he might want to and that we might really hit it off.
Maybe it's because we never will that I spend my time wondering what being in his presence would be like.
We never ever will get to speak to each other, look into each other's eyes, or hear each other's vocal cords create could intended for the other's ear.
I wish that we could though, probably because your ghost haunts me.
I never thought a ghost could be the picture of someone when they were alive. But this one, it's the eyes of someone who was only ever meant to live.
Oh, Travis.
Your eyes are powerful. In those eyes was a type of carelessness that I can't help but beg to hold. There was a type of spark that draws me in like a math, and burns me when it wants to. It burned you too, though.
No one deserves that.
I remember you through a tv screen. And I can't unseen the attractive eyes that are so full of life and everything I search for in the world.
My heart hurts even now, be we've never met and we never will, and your eyes are closed forever. But in my mind, they are not.
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A Girl's Diary
Short StoryWhat happens when you put a girl who lives on dreams in a place where dreams can't survive? What is a girl anyway, if not a dreamer? If you strip that girl of her dreams, what does she have then? What is she then? She is a woman.
