James
It's been six years.
Six years that I look into your eyes and see cold hatred. Six years that I feel everything in me begin to shatter as it dawns on me again and again that you'll never want me. Six years that you've been breaking my heart.
Do you know what you mean to me? Do you know that I would gladly give anything for you, my life, even? Do you know that you've been the only person I've been able to see since first year? Do you know that you're the only one I'll ever see?
You're beautiful, Lily.
You're talented and charming and witty and intelligent and beautiful. You're everything I've ever wanted, everything I'll want until I die.
But it isn't enough for me to love you.
Can you ever love me? Can you ever look at me and see perfection that isn't there? Can you ever look into my eyes and let yourself fall, let me catch you?
I swear I'll always be there.
Lily
You yank my ponytail. You turn my eyebrows fuchsia. You set my essays on fire and laugh as four hours worth of work turns to smoke in front of your face. You chuckle when I hex you, even if I've flipped you upside down.
So why do I ever look forward to seeing you?
I should be running away, like I did when I was eleven. I shouldn't be giving you a second thought. I should turn on my heel and smack you when you say my name.
Instead, I smile. Because there's something special about the way you say it. There's something special about the way you look into my eyes; it's like you're afraid you'll never see them again, it's like you would be content to look at my face forever. And I smile.
And I guess that's it. You make me smile. You make me laugh.
After all these years, am I really falling for you?
I guess I am.
I'll keep smiling.
