Here's an idea I had for a story. You have to guess who the two main
characters are though! (It's not that difficult I promise) please R & R as
all feedback and constructive criticism are always welcome. Chapter one .
He just walked past again. He's on his way to the changing rooms and I fight the urge to follow him. I shouldn't feel the way I do about him I just honestly can't help it. It's that home run at the end of the 9th innings kind of feeling where you've hit it out of the park. The overwhelming go weak in the knees, feel dizzy with desire, kind of thing. We've been friends for years and yet I've never felt so strongly about him. I can't help but watch him, strutting around so confidently, I'm just drawn to him.
He knows I exist he just doesn't see me the way I see him. What if he did? When he passes me by I catch an understated, subtle waft of his cologne drift past me. I close my eyes and breathe it in knowing that this is probably the closest I'll get to having him inside me. I've bumped into him numerous times in the hallways. Accidentally on purpose of course. Just to touch him makes burning sensations tingle throughout my entire body. I walked in on him changing the other day and I couldn't help but stand at stare at him. If I hadn't left as quickly as I did, I probably would have fainted right in front of him.
I know what you're thinking, but it's not ok? It's not just a stupid girly crush. I remember having those and they felt nothing like this. Trust me. I was looking through my microscope the other day and he crept up behind me. I knew it was him before I even turned around. It was the way my stomach flipped over and dispersed into a multitude of butterflies that gave it away. Or maybe the way my breath caught in my throat when he leaned on my shoulder.
I can't feel like this though. It's in appropriate on more than one level. It would be a relationship in the workplace and it would just be. what am I talking about? The day that man ever asks me out is the day I discover what 'Nirvana' is. What if he only felt the same?
That's my whole train of thought lately. Caught up in 'what if?' and 'if only'. I feel so downcast and yet so happy at the same time. I know he'd never go for someone like me but I can't help but wish he would. If only I could . there I go again. Another if only to be left unfinished and unfulfilled.
He's just emerged from the changing rooms and I love it when he wears that white shirt. It defines his extremely nice body. I have got to stop daydreaming and get back to work!
I just can't but think . What if?
Please R&R, as it would be greatly appreciated. I'm trying to update nothing's changed and hard candy Christmas so if you'd like to take a peek at those it'd be much appreciated as well! Anyway lots of writing to do and less time to do it in. Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX
He just walked past again. He's on his way to the changing rooms and I fight the urge to follow him. I shouldn't feel the way I do about him I just honestly can't help it. It's that home run at the end of the 9th innings kind of feeling where you've hit it out of the park. The overwhelming go weak in the knees, feel dizzy with desire, kind of thing. We've been friends for years and yet I've never felt so strongly about him. I can't help but watch him, strutting around so confidently, I'm just drawn to him.
He knows I exist he just doesn't see me the way I see him. What if he did? When he passes me by I catch an understated, subtle waft of his cologne drift past me. I close my eyes and breathe it in knowing that this is probably the closest I'll get to having him inside me. I've bumped into him numerous times in the hallways. Accidentally on purpose of course. Just to touch him makes burning sensations tingle throughout my entire body. I walked in on him changing the other day and I couldn't help but stand at stare at him. If I hadn't left as quickly as I did, I probably would have fainted right in front of him.
I know what you're thinking, but it's not ok? It's not just a stupid girly crush. I remember having those and they felt nothing like this. Trust me. I was looking through my microscope the other day and he crept up behind me. I knew it was him before I even turned around. It was the way my stomach flipped over and dispersed into a multitude of butterflies that gave it away. Or maybe the way my breath caught in my throat when he leaned on my shoulder.
I can't feel like this though. It's in appropriate on more than one level. It would be a relationship in the workplace and it would just be. what am I talking about? The day that man ever asks me out is the day I discover what 'Nirvana' is. What if he only felt the same?
That's my whole train of thought lately. Caught up in 'what if?' and 'if only'. I feel so downcast and yet so happy at the same time. I know he'd never go for someone like me but I can't help but wish he would. If only I could . there I go again. Another if only to be left unfinished and unfulfilled.
He's just emerged from the changing rooms and I love it when he wears that white shirt. It defines his extremely nice body. I have got to stop daydreaming and get back to work!
I just can't but think . What if?
Please R&R, as it would be greatly appreciated. I'm trying to update nothing's changed and hard candy Christmas so if you'd like to take a peek at those it'd be much appreciated as well! Anyway lots of writing to do and less time to do it in. Until next time ladies and gentlemen . =) XX