A Hopless Romantic's Diary

Everything I Want It To Be

He doesn't want me. He never has, never will, I think to my self. Why would you hurt your self with false hopes? Just forget about him. And as I round the corner thump! There he is in all his glory. And I am on the floor.

“Hey! Oh um sorry" I stammer, like always. “I-uh-it was-I wasn't-gosh I didnt mean to. I should pay more attention. "

“Here let me get those for ya," he says as he kneels down to help me with my thing, that along with my self landed on the floor when we had colieded.

“Oh-you don't have to-I mean I've got it, I'm already down here you don't have to trouble your self." I ramble. God! I need to shut up!

“Well to late now,” he chuckles kindly,“I'm down here now too.” Considering his hight it is sort of awkward to see him kneeling down in front of me collecting my pencils. He looks so big compared to me, his arms so strong and his shoulders so broad, he might as well be a mountain. Just as we have gathered all my things back into my bag and I am standing up my ankel gives out. Yet instead of landing back onto the ground I'm swalowd in his arms.

“Easy there, I don't think you want to end up back on the floor, you dork.” He laughs helping me to a bench.

“I must-a landed on it funny,” rolling my ankle to make sure its fine. “You don't have to stay, you can go, eat your lunch. I'm a big girl."

“I just wanna make  sure you are okay," he says, and you can hear the worry in his voice. It makes your heart melt to hear it directed at you. “Lemme take a look at it." He pulls your ankle up onto his lap and starts rolling it and checking for, you don't know what really.

“what are you looking for doctor?" You ask, gigling slightly.

“It appears to be nothing miss, but as a precaution I would suggest you stay here and have lunch with me." He winks and leans closer as he puts your foot down. Your stomach flutters and your heart feels as though you drank 2 red bulls. His face is now so close to your own that you can smell his colonge and feel the heat radiating off him.

Just as you feel you could touch his lips with your own, your best friend shoves you and you are back in the hall with everyone else eating lunch.

“You know," she starts, a cheeky grin on her face. “If you starred at him any longer your eyes might dry up and fall out." Everyone else burst into laughter.

“Ugh, what ever, you guys suck,” you pout as you get up with your things and head down the nearest stairs. I head down to the library to finish my luch thinking, he doesn't want me. He never has, never will. Why would you hurt your self with false hopes? Just forget about him. And as I round the corner thump! There he is in all his glory. And I am on the floor.