It is selfish of me to want her.
I can give her nothing she cannot find elsewhere. But I still find myself drawn to her presence.
She makes me feel better. And that is rare in this hateful and ever changing world. She makes me feel better. I find myself drowning in her gaze and have to stop myself from staring too long, for fear that those eyes will peer into my sould and bare all my secrets.
I worry. I worry that one day she will give me that smie then tell me she can see right through my heart and she knows that she is everything. The idea of being with her is both overwhelmingly terrifying and thrilling all at once.
At the slightest hint from her, she could have my heart,
my soul,
my world.
My greatest fear is that I will one day offer it all to her and she will turn away and remain in the soul of another.
I find myself in a constant state of desperate longing.
Any moment we are not speaking is a moment wasted. It feels like my entire life has been building up to being with her and now that I am almost at the climax of the novel, someone has marked the page and walked away. And now I must wait until they return for the conclusion of my own story.
I stay in this never changing wait because she is simply worth it.
A/N: This chapter and the last two were the short collection of things I wrote while dying in my summer school class...now I'm running on pure inspiration, so hopefully it comes often.