A/N:So this is a bit more poetic than i originally had in mind...I've had this sitting on my computer for awhile now and i thought what the hell might as well put it out there. So i added a couple lines added this pretty lil message and hopefully you will enjoy it!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing...though at time i really wished i did...

The 'hey lets decide to pop into Niccole's head at two am to be an annoying attempt at brilliance that she'll secretly love' short story (what, too long?)

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She doesn't know I love her

Dreams of her interupted as the long empty buzzing fills my lonely apartment.I hold my eyes shut tightly just a moments few more and let the glorious wonder that is her wash over my body. Cowardly also in sleep activities she remains distant from me. Coffee is all she seeks, though sometimes I really wonder why so frequently. Often I give in to my own tempatious beliefs that on some level she searching for me too. She couldn't; she doesn't see, doesn't know, that even in my nighttime imaginations- I love her.

Day in and out I am chained behind this counter, or so it seems for the loniless that is tearing at my heart. Moments light my life, simple though, as am I. When she walks down the street and out of the corner of my eye I can see the outline of her graceful step, or when she's near me looking up into mine with those brilliant bright blue eyes that posses such an aged innocence. She's intoxicating when she laughs, infectious when she smiles, beautiful always. My silent observations remain behind a locked door and still she doesn't know-I love her.

So one day when she comes in, on another otherwise normal day, her magic can makes it anything but. However, those eyes tell a different tale today, one of heart break and misery. She needs a shoulder on which to cry, something solid to hold that enables her to feel firm, a friend to trust in... and there's me. The go-to man when things get rough. I would climb to the depts of the damned for her if she would only smile and stick out the oh-so-cute bottom lip pout. I'm always here for her but yet stillshe doesn't know- I love her.

Life's a funny thing from time to time. People tell me that this patience stuff is a virtue but if you wait to long that precious time slips right through your fingers like the grains of sand on a long lonely beach. However, just when you think you've been beaten down, and you've waited so long that old towel is going to throw itself in the bucket; change pops up and knocksdown your door. From the moment her trembling hand covered mine, I knew. The hesitation in her eyes, that uncertainty of her touch, the frightened determination in her step. Unjustified emotions; there's nothing to fear, no chances of rejection, she just doesn't know yet- I love her.

When the blissful moment occurs an immense euphoria shoots like wildfire throughout my body. After waiting and waiting, I feel suddenly alive again. Her lips as sweet and soft as they look, her hair gentler to the touch that would be thought, her hands surprisingly cling to me like the earth beneath her will crumble and slip away. Reassurance still she searches for and now I can completly give her what she needs; what I have known she needed all along. I hold her close to me as I release the almighty energy of everything that has been pent up on this long journey. I hold nothing back as Irelenquish from within me into her the one thing she has been longing for. As she sinks back and stares deep into my eyes for a change she sees it, feels it, andnow knows- I love her.

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