What is love.
Hi guys! Sorry about the long M.I.A. period, Ive been kinda mourning the loss of a guy I was not even with, which sorta inspired this. Writing gives me so much freedom and happiness! This is a new story, based vaguely off of what something that happened when I was 15 ( I mean what 15 year old doesn't have a crush on a older guy?), and but mostly imagination. I wanted to portray a teenage crush, feelings and intense feelings for someone they know but can't have feelings for! Enjoy and please comment! I am happy to do any requests, and all reviews will keep me writing! Cheers.
He was the one who walked into my life in the most random moment. It caught me off guard. He was the one I saw, and was curious, as he was intimidated. I was the bosses daughter for that matter, so why wouldn't he have been. He has this glow. This magnetism which drew me in. Made me curiouser. He avoided me for days when I started working, fearful he would do something wrong. He realized I was no one to be fearful of. We laughed, and joked. He realized I was just as fucked up as he was, just as many problems. He no longer saw me as the perfect boss's daughter. But as me. I told myself I was stupid for knowing I'd possibly fall for this man, but my heart had many different plans. I fell. And hard. Every second I thought of this strong and steady man, and every time it drew a smile to my face, and butterflies to my stomach. His teeth were nowhere near perfectly straight, but I loved it. His laugh made me laugh, even hours after that joke. All of our interactions replayed in my head at night for the most beautiful lullaby.
The few friends I told though gave me mixed reviews. "Don't". "do." but I didn't give a fuck. All I wanted was to be in his arms; to kiss his sweet lips; to have him only think of me. I even got a boyfriend to make him jealous, but broke up because of my sadness of not loving that boy back. Besides. That boy was merely a boy, not a man. I wanted a man. When His clear jade eyes would cross over the room to look at me, my night was made. His short deep black-brown curls gave him this unique look. I no longer wanted a blonde preppy boy from a prestigious and well to do family ( although I never did, my family did) I now wanted to take my chances with this fair skinned, black chocolate curls and jade eyed man who worked as a waiter. I wanted to take my chances with him. I wanted to give him everything. Anything. I wished he felt the same. But I knew the problems. I felt he thought we were just good friends. But I loved him. I love him.
There was just one catch. Well, many catches, but one main one.
He was 22. And I was 15.
Hope this start makes up for my time off! Please review, whenever I see a new review it brings me so much joy and helps with my healing I will be updating more Cheers.