IStaredAtHim;;
through the whole class movie, wishing I
could be right there, wearing that sweatshirt,
with his smell all over it, all warm and soft,
and be in his arms ((forever)) without having
to care about the other people around us. But
then I realized to odds of that are probably 2 to
100 and I got a huge ache in the pit of my stomach.
Then the little voice in my head repeating
Don't give up, give him another chance! and I said
If I can't make him see more of me then I can't.
But right then I realized he had turned at was
staring at my [(pained face)] with full curiousity.
You ask what's wrong and what makes me
even more crushed is I can't respond to you
with anything but "Nothing." So you'll
NeverKnowHowIFeel<//3
*took me a while, and yeahh, venting(: