This is my angst. This is my outlet. This is my attempt at releasing the tension in my heart through words on a paper. This is my truth.

book 2 of the dancer

His beautiful afro, every time I see it, I just wanna run my fingers through it. His beautiful brown eyes, make me wanna melt. I look at them all day. His gorgeous smile leaves me in awe. His laugh is so contageous. Everything about him is perfect. Maybe that's why I love him so much. He's perfect. I just wish I could tell him how I feel, but if I did, he'd never talk to me again. I'd rather us stay friends, if telling him how I feel, means loosing him... possibly forever. His jawline makes me melt. His dance moves, so fly. I love the way he moves. It's sexy. He's adorably short. His vibe and my vibe together, could be love. I have a feeling he doesn't love me, though. The thought of him never talking to me again if I tell him how I feel, is terrifying. I can't live without him, so I just won't tell him. Both: This tour is going to be very interesting.