A Love That Blooms For Us
Something about him was so inviting that I couldn’t look away. Should I go talk to him? Should I just keep it to myself? But I shouldn’t be afraid. This is college, not primary school. He isn’t my “little crush.” Of whom I keep a secret off and smile like an idiot every time he does something directed towards me. But then again, he was pretty. Not handsome. But pretty. I couldn’t help but look and smile like an idiot, which I promised to myself I wouldn’t do.
A little crush changed everything. It changed me. I never thought about how someone like me could be with him. But what happened? Why am I in his arms? Why is he telling me he loves me? Why do I not love him? The flowers around us go dead as we walk by, and he seems mysterious.
Why would you hide something from your love? But then again, this is probably a joke to him. Remember… who would love someone like me? I put my hands on his right cheek and he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Stay. Please, I need you.” He said with possessive yet loving eyes, but I slowly let him go as he held on. I ran back and he would just reach out for me, never reaching me.
Then it hit me. I could never be with him. He was something, and I was something else. But if the heavens wanted and he wanted and I wanted, would love workout?
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