Every Breath You Take

"Real romances take work. This isn't some fairy tale, I have to work towards what I want," I thought to myself. I wasn't some clueless teenage girl, waiting to be swept off her feet, and yet that's exactly what I wanted. "Ask him out, it shows confidence, and guys love that," I felt excitement kick in as my palms began to sweat at the though of it. "He doesn't like girls like us, he likes sexy, breezy, and easy," I quickly followed up in my own head, rejecting any chance of me acting on my previous thought. But oh, was he amazing. I loved everything about him, from the dimples in his cheeks, to the hint of honey in his deep brown eyes, to every breath he took. Why can't he see, that he belongs to me?

You are your own worst enemy, everyone knows the saying. Teen romance meets a realistic struggle turned wrong, in this inward tale, told of course in first person view.