rosyhatescold
The fact that I have no friends, is familiar with me. And I don't mind it, a single bit. I am used to walking down the school halls, no one by my side to talk to me. I don't like human interaction. It's overrated. Just another thing in life that people waste their time on. Until I met her. Her beautiful brown eyes I could stare into for hours. Her long, blonde hair I wanna run my fingers through. Her eyelashes that frame her eyes like angel wings. The way she talks to everyone with ease. Like there's no worries in the world. I hate her, because I love her.
I watch with raging envy at my friends. A tight knot in my chest, the two ends of the knot keep getting pulled, making the knot tighter, almost impossible to make it a loose strand again. Having friends, is a draining thing. Watching both of ur friends meet eachother, completely forgetting about your existence, is a feeling she hates. I experience it everyday. Watching people get along. And it's a normal thing, and I should be happy I'm creating a tight bond between two amazing people, but the knot gets tighter too. Sometimes I stare at her in pure awe. What would it be to be like her? Walking Through the halls like a shadow, no one noticing her.
When the opposites of eachother start talking, will love bloom, or something worse?