She always thought there was nothing special about her but I beg to differ. The way her hair would shine so brightly in the sun, the way her smile alone could light up a room. There were too many reasons why this girl was special. Of course I never got to courage to talk to her even when we passed each other in the halls and she would smile. We both grew up together and never spoke a word; I was too busy tucked away in my basement to. I would write songs some of them about the pretty girl I'd have never spoken to.
In study hall we were never allowed to speak so we passed notes. I had written a part of a song that day, bored out of my mind. Placing it at the corner of my desk, forgetting I had written her name on it. The reason I had done so was she was the complete inspiration. I looked up in time to see her walk into the room, smile brightening up each inch of this room. We made eye contact and my heart stopped, I quickly looked away and made myself look busy. She sat behind me and I guess while I wasn't looking she noticed her name on the note and took it. Each nerve on my body was burning; it felt as if I was on the verge of dropping off a large roller coaster.
My cheeks flushed red remembering what I had written on the note:
Time together is just never quite enough
When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?
What will it take to make or break this into love?
So tell me darling do you wish we'd fall in love?
I had written down basically a fairytale love, asking if she ever thought of me when we were apart. I could only dream of a beautiful girl like falling in love with me. I wondered if I could ever walk up to her, smile, and ask her out. Not stand there, eyes wide and run away with my tail between my legs. A dreamy world she and I would sit on a beach and just count ship lights. Alas she didn't know of the shy boy who sat in front of her. I would pretend that someone else had left it there, yeah! I would tell her someone must have mistaken my desk for hers.
Suddenly the bell rang above me, had I been so deep in thought? I began to pack up my stuff quickly before she could talk to me. She got up before me though and dropped my note with a smile; I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. I was lucky she hadn't said anything or I possibly could have fainted. When everyone had left to their class I opened up the note and my heart swelled. She had written:
Time together is just never quite enough
When we're apart whatever are you thinking of?
What will it take to make or break this into love?
So tell me darling do you wish we'd fall in love?
All the time – Breanne
The end.