Damn Love
I never knew the meaning of the word "Love" until I laid eyes on him. People often described love as being that warm fuzzy feeling you get when you see/or think about the person/people who make you happy. A dictionary definition is "a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend." Sure I love my mom and my friends but this was…different. There was nothing warm or fuzzy in the feeling I felt for him. Just…an obsession. It's not like I was a creepy stalker girl, I just wanted him. Love was never described as wanting the person until it physically hurt, that seeing them with another tore your heart into pieces. It was like he was the drug and I was the addict, only much more powerful. And whom do I have to blame for my non-warm-and-fuzzy feeling? The guy I supposedly hated, the bane of my existence, and one of Hollywood's hottest actors. Non-other then Chad Dylan Cooper.
I knew it was extremely unhealthy for me to love him. No one could ever know what I felt for him. But unfortunately for me, that meant I had no one to confide in. No one to phone every time he talks to me or accidentally touches me. This cannot be good for my mental health.
There's so many reason's for me not to love him. He's shallow, thinks he's better then every one, he is a complete womanizer, has a bi-polar personality. The list goes on and on. And what doesn't make sense is that there is no reason what-so-ever for why I would be in love with that egotistic jerk.
But the worst part about being in love with Chad Dylan Cooper is knowing that he will never love me back. Or even that he'll know I love him. Sometimes I get lost in fantasies of me telling him and him saying he feels the same way. But unfortunately, those are only dreams.
In reality he would laugh in my face and go off on some date if I told him. After all, he was the Chad Dylan Cooper. Far above any Random who's heart he stole.
Why, why, why did I have to fall for him. I couldn't have found anyone else. I have to dream about his clear blue eyes. I had to want to run my fingers through his blond hair. I must have been someone horrible in a past life to be forced to endure this sort of torture.
There's not even a chance of a happily ever after. He would never be interested in the boring new girl of a rival show. I'm just…part of the scenery.
Love should be described as the oddest feeling in the world. It's an amazing thing, as long as the person you feel it for returns your love. Unfortunately that's not the case for me. Me and God damn Chad Dylan Cooper.
Damn his sparkly eyes.
Damn his gorgeous hair.
Damn his bright smile.
Damn his charming personality.
Damn Chad Dylan Cooper.
Damn Love
A/N I wrote this a long time ago and forgot about it. I can't even remember why I wrote it but I think its highly entertaining.