You know the way you felt the first time you saw him, the up rush of emotions and confusion of feeling that consumed you, you took a long gaze at him then you looked away when his head came up, then you kept on trying to steal glances at him when he wasn't looking till he left the room you hoped he noticed you.  You still kept starring at the door even after he was out of sight. You thought to yourself what if he was with someone else what if the girl beside him was all he wanted i am not as pretty as she is, he can't want me, he won't want me but what if still pondering on so many what if.. Trying to get the picture of his face when he smiled and the glittering of his eyes when it reflected the light I wish he could just be mine if not we could just be friends, but the bitter truth, I am not his type. That night you laid on your bed and thought of those beautiful fairy tail story of how you too could meet or end up together till you fell asleep