a/n: Hi. It's been a while, I was so busy and wrote so much in my notebooks (The Crypts and The Dreamscapes - finished 4 notebooks so far this year), anyway this one's about something I've been writing a bit too often now, love. Romantic love. This is about that feeling of falling, and knowing you are, I'll quote Taylor Swift here, "down bad". Knowing nothing will happen, stopping trying, yet still falling.
totally fiction guys!!!!!
Your smile is crooked and I hate it. I hate it because it's so beautiful, I wish you'd smile all the time. And I hate it because I wish I didn't have to work so hard to make you smile.
I try to focus on whatever the teacher is saying but it's no use when you decide to sit down next to me. I look anxiously at your right hand sitting lazily near my left as you're doing the task. I usually would have solved this equation in a matter of seconds, but now I have even forgotten that '1+1=2'. What if you had softly interlaced your fingers with mine? What if you had pulled me in for a kiss? What would it have tasted like?
Oh, no! This can't be happening, I used to see only my goals and now I act like a fool!