Written by Fascinations
You know, I really wish I could just stop damn thinking about him. I don't even know if I want to like him, but I do. When I'm with him, my heart isnt this cheesy movie. It doesn't speed up the minute I see him (Although it likes to get a bit paniced) or he's not the only guy in the room. But god, let me tell you, he is beautiful.
If I could, I'd sit and notice every little thing about him. Like the way his eyes resemble the exact colour of rusted copper. The ring of green around his pupils. How he has the tinest bump on the bridge of his nose, that if I kissed it, it would just fall back into place. His laugh is like a melody to your all time favourite song and when he ruffles his chocolate coloured hair, you just want to run your fingers through it.
I could go on for hours, noticing and noticing and noticing. The sad part is, as much as one thing I see in him, he'll never notice in me.
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Their isnt really a point in fighting for him. They'res so many prettier and overall better girls than what I could ever give him. But my head still reminds me to keep noticing.
Despite his imperfections, like how incredibly sassy he is, or how easily he gets stressed out, or how badly he needs to prove his point, he's everything I'd ever want. The type of guy who wouldn't be afraid to hold your hand in public. Despite my sight jealously, he might be worth it.
But the garden has been planted with seeds for next spring and the roots have settled into the soil hoping to mean something.
