I just had this come to me earlier today, and thought it could make a nice little short one-shot. It's very short, and very different. Hope you like it.
Wanting, Wishing, for You
"I want you to want me."
She stares.
"I need you to want me."
She looks away.
"I'm begging you to want me."
She leaves.
I'm standing at her window.
Watching from a distance. Far enough to not be considered a stalker, yet close enough to see it all.
His hand, her heart.
"I'm standing at your window, thinking that you'd want me, wishing you could want me. Begging you to want me."
She listens. He watches. He speaks.
"Stop begging, stop wishing and wanting, she isn't yours for the taking."
He walks away, she walks out.
We're standing at her window.
"I wrote you a love note."
She sighs.
"I've been writing them for quite some time now."
She takes my hand.
"Stop."
Is the only word is speaks.
She walks away.
"One day, you'll be the one writing me the loves notes, you'll see."
I'm standing at her window, writing love notes, begging her to want me.
Watching as his hand holds her heart.
Watching as he kisses her, and she cries.