Wishing - A Short Story

I'm stuck over here, spending my Christmas wishing that he would notice me.

I'm lost over here, spending my holiday break wishing I wasn't invisible.

I'm suffering over here, spending my time off school wanting nothing for Christmas but him.

Him, with his piercing blue eyes that see everything.

Him, with his brown floppy hair that drives me insane.

Him, with his jawline that could cut thru steak like it was butter.

And I'm over here spending my Christmas wishing that he saw me.