She couldn't explain it. She couldn't explain what it was like. What it was like to wake up every morning, knowing that she wouldn't see him today. Or any day. Soon that is.
She couldn't explain the feeling she had in her stomach, just walking throughout the school halls. Watching everyone else going on with there lives. She knew what the feeling was. But she couldn't put the sorrow into words. She couldn't tell anyone exactly what she was feeling.
They called her a silly, love struck girl. That she didn't know what love was. All though, she was certain that this was it. She couldn't stand the feeling when she wasn't with him. She couldn't take even waking up in the morning anymore. She swore this was misery. Even though they talked over simple texts, it made him seem… less real. She couldn't believe that he was hers over this.
But when he was with her… It was just… so different… perfect in a way… She wanted that feeling everyday even though she knew she couldn't have it.
She walked through the hall way and smiled anyway though. He was still hers, and she was still his. That was all that mattered right now. She loved him.