Love is indescribable. There are no words suitable to explain it, nor is there a single reason for feeling it. It settles in the most unlikely places, almost like a flower that blooms in between a patch of weeds. You cannot predict who you will love or why you will love them... I believe you should just accept what your heart tells you and deal with it.
It's an emotion I don't want to feel. It's an emotion I would gladly give up. It clouds my mind, my true ambitions to be stronger, to feel more confident. I can only count the lazy afternoons spent struggling to keep him out of my mind, battling to keep that lump out of my throat, and those butterflies out of my stomach. But it's useless. I just cannot seem to force an alternate feeling on myself, cannot change the way I behave around him. It's like I've been programmed to love, created for a purpose... but it's all wrong. Why would my heart fall for someone who is so obviously oblivious to it?
I guess I'm still imperfect. And I get the feeling I always will be.
I love him.
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A/N: Sorry for the lack of updates recently; I'm trying to write as fast as I can considering I have GCSE's at the moment... so much coursework and revising! Hope you enjoyed the short but heavily angsty chapter!! I'll update a.s.a.p ;D Comments, reviews and Critique gladly accepted!