"For you see, each day I love you more Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow." - Rosemonde Gerard
Preface
Class. A lesson on Alexander the Great. Write a 10-page essay on his life or accomplishments. Due next week. I wonder what mister Alexander would think of me not caring a dime about his life and instead having other things filling up my thoughts. Then again whatever I'm thinking at the moment always get pushed back to the recesses of my mind putting her in perspective and effectively making me forget where I am sitting or even what I'm talking about anymore. It's troublesome but expected by now and I welcome the distraction anytime I get the chance because at least I can picture her in the daytime. At night, when I'm supposed to welcome sleep in the dark confines of my room. Sleep so rarely grants me the advantage and I'd much rather think of her as much as possible. It's a choice and something uncontrollable because ever since the day she left all of this behind I've thought about her every single day and night. That was the day when I knew I did meant it when I told her I liked her, but in reality it was more. Because I loved her and that feeling can never die.
A/N: I know this is big coming from me and I know I have yet to update my other stories but I promise if you like it the wait will be worth it for the others. This has been stuck in my head and I just had to write it. Tell me if you like it pretty please