Loving him.

Loving him was one way.
He was perfect in every single way possible, he was happy and beautiful, and so much more. So much i struggle to explain how perfect it is.

But he didn't think that back. He thought off me as a friend and nothing else. But I stay friends because, I love him, and if rather have a fun friendship than an awkward one.

His hair fell perfectly across his face, I felt my eyes drawn to him. We were alone together talking about the cheats in the new game we got to play.

I felt myself accidentally leaning towards him. He asked if I was okay, I said I felt dizzy. He looked sympathetic and I hated that look. I loved him but I hated that look. I hated sympathy I get its meant to make you feel better but it made me feel weak.

His voice was mesmerising, the weak Scottish accent got to me a lot. He was from Scotland originally but lives in England, has done for 3 years now. He never lost his accent.