I love Donna Keppel
He scribbled away furiously, writing the words over and over until they blurred into one page of nonsense.
I love Donna Keppel.
His left eye twitched as he stared at the page but his eyes seemed drawn to that single piece of paper. After all he had been working on various masterpieces all night.
He grabbed another colour and started to scribble the words again. The red and black pen clashed wonderfully on the paper and so he picked up another pen, adding a dark blue onto the paper. Now that his masterpiece was complete he picked it up and stuck it onto the wall. There was no space left so he was forced to stick it over a photograph of Donna that he had previously put up.
The wall was filled with photographs and drawings of Donna, as well as letters and poems that he had written for her.
He was a man obsessed with a young girl who had captured his heart. She didn't even know how much she meant to him and that broke his heart. Yet still he continued to fantasize about her, thinking of how one day they would be together.
He had faith and faith was a powerful thing.
A/N: Found this on my computer and thought I'd post it. I know it's short but... here it is anyway. :)