Every night, I dream of her, me being with her. I dream for hours out of the night and wake up with tears in my eyes.
Everyday and every night, I see her over at the cabin, laughing along with her friend and the other wolf pack. She is the only human that steps foot in the house.
I watch her; watch her cherry blossom lips curve into a smile, watching the dimples mark her cheeks. Watch her sea green eyes light up when she laughs, seeing her eye lashes flutter against her pale skin. Watch as her auburn locks bounce when she moves her head, seeing them framing her face with each curl. Watch as her hips sway slightly in the rhythm of her footsteps, watch as her hour glass figure has an effect on me.
One thing I watch constantly for is when those sea green eyes flash up to my face and stare into my chocolate eyes. I watch as her smile disappears from that beautiful face, and watch as her cheeks freckles with blood. I watch as she tries to take in a deep breath, but somehow catches in her throat. I watch as she tears her eyes away from mine, embarrassed by the fact I was starring at her.
What tortures me the most is when I watch her eyes flash up to my best friends face, as I watch him inching closer to her body. As I watch him flirting with her, making her laugh, watching her slightly touching his arm with each joke. I watch as she is being captured by him, becoming his. I watch as my best friend tries to get the girl that I am in love with.
I go to bed each night, thinking of the day with her there, in a room with me. All my life, I thought love was impossible. I couldn't contemplate the fact that the one person you are supposed to be with is walking the earth. But I now understand, but I can't touch her, I can't talk to her. I can't talk to the girl that I am in love with, even when finally she is in the same room with me.
I can't talk to her, because my best friend is in love with her, the same person who has the worst temper. All wolves have a temper, but not as bad as his, if you joke around with him you may end up dead. The first night we both saw her, I didn't understand my feelingsā¦didn't understand the swarming feelings that were attacking my body. Making everything tingle, making my heart skip a beat, making my stomach have butterflies, and making me smile. With him though, all he saw was a very hot girl that he wanted. He wouldn't have sex with them, but when he saw something he liked, he wants it and always ends up getting it. That was what scared me the most. I have always been able to talk to girls, but with her, even if I had the chance to talk to her, I know I couldn't.
I was usually depressed; I never smiled, only to be sarcastic or to show people I was fine. But whenever I saw her, she made me want to smile forever. Through the best and the worst, she makes me happy.
Every night I will dream of her, I'm excited to enter the mind of dreams, but depressed to wake up to reality. Everybody dreams, but sometimes you have to realize reality.
