KibaGirl995

Everyone is around. You need to pull him aside, One on one time. Just you and him, The two of you. Alone. He asks, "What's wrong," But you continue to fiddle with your fingers and look down. You can't reveal all those thoughts: The thoughts that you wish to be by his side. How you wish to stare into his blue eyes, How you wish to run your hands through his blonde hair. How you wish to hold his hands, How you wish to to try his soft, pure lips. But you know you can't tell him: How you wish he was single, How you know his beliefs and real feelings towards you were different. How you wish if things were different between the two of you, How