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❝Looking At You

When I look at you,

I'm looking at a dream;

I look at your stunning beauty,
Your beauty,
Is like a bright sunrise on a summer seaside beach,

I look at your gorgeous brown eyes,
Looking into your eyes,
Is like falling into a deep thick chocolate milkshake,

I look at you smiling at me,
Your smile,
Is like looking at thousands
Of budding pink Sakura flowers,

I look into your heart,
I see a warm, kind, pure, angelic soul,

But you are in a place I can never reach,

From thousands, of miles away, I am looking at a dream,
With a smile and eyes full of laughter.❞ - Ronald j Chapman

You go unnoticed, which doesn't make sense to you. You've always been the kind that people flock to. The kind they wanted talk to, who they wanna be friends with, formidable. But now. As you enter to Collège Françoise Dupont. You're not anything in comparison to everyone else. And you like it. You like how no one constantly asks for help on homework when you get the highest score on every test, everytime. How you can sit in the park with silence within the domestic city of Paris. But you don't quite like how they stare. Even if they don't speak. Even if they only glance your way, its deep. Emotional.

Love is an obsession. It has that quality to it. There are healthy obsessions, and (but) mine is (not) one of them. - Pamela Stephenson.