I've been watching her for a long time...at first I would sneak peeks through the door of the teacher's lounge, but...she takes my breath away. I'd sit there in class, praying she'd call on me so I could show off what I knew, the other half of me praying she didn't call on me so I wouldn't get nervous and act like a fool. When I left Winslow, I tried to get over it, told myself it was just a crush. But I couldn't stay away. She had a listed number, which of course gave me her address. And once you know someone's routine...it's not hard to show up just across the street from where they are.
She's like a drug...it's bad for me, or so I thought, but I can't seem to quit it. But now that she's my girlfriend, I know it was right all that time. I treasure my photos of her, even the ones with that Senate moron. He was only a mistake on her path to true love. When I'm with her, I feel complete, loved. Something I can never feel when I'm without her. This can never end...it's almost too good to be true, and I have to pinch myself before I realize I'm with her, and I won't let *anything* change that.
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Hope you liked, please review, and GO READ CHAPTER 29 OF LONELY HEARTS I WROTE SPECIALLY FOR ALL THOSE WHO ASKED! GEEZ!~~Thena
disclaimer: not mine, and that's all i'm sayin'!