Kryptonite (A Louis Tomlinson Imagine)

He's right here, right in front of me. But I can't shake off the thought that he was leaving soon...without even knowing how much I loved him. Maybe I'll just stay forever trapped with the idea that I've never said a word to him...or I could confess. But how? (Summary is written in 1st POV but the story's contents is quite different-I apologize. It WILL be edited someday though)