Things I'll Never Say

I could look at Seth forever. He had the sort of face that you just never got used to - it was impossibly perfect, and yet rugged. A strong jaw, the most adorable dimple in his left cheek when he smiled, the blue eyes that seemed to reach deep down into me every time he glanced at me. He'd never be mine though, not the way I wanted him to be. He'd never looked at me the same way - the way I look at him. As though I'd be happy to never have to look at anything else. He looks at me like his kid sister. Exactly as he's looked at me since we were ten years old and he rescued me from the garter snake in our garden. He was the boy next door. And I was the girl who could never quite outgrow that first impression in his eyes.