Sometimes, I just don't understand it. Why him?
Out of so many others, why him?
So maybe his little fanboy crush was something more, and grew as time went on.
I know what that feels like.
But still...
It's just the way he looks at me with those cerulean eyes.
Like I'm actually there.
Like I'm beautiful, even when I've been crying for hours and my face is red and puffy with my make-up smudged and tear stains lining each of my cheeks.
And the way he talks to me.
Like I'm a human being.
Like I'm the most special person he's ever come across, and he wants to spend hours talking about just whatever I have on the brain.
And he always has time for me.
Even when there's no time at all, he still finds enough to tell me how much I mean to him.
It's funny how you can be young and annoyed by that one fanboy in school.
Then, find yourself at his side with a raging heart and butterflies in your stomach, just because he's standing next to you.
And you distinctly remember pushing him away for so long.
But still, that one question bothers me.
Why him?