I wish I could just open up and talk to her..but somehow..words fail me when I look at her..even the slightest glance in her direction shakes me.Best I can do for now is to let her read my book..let her get a sense of me..just need her to notice me for who I am.
I've impulsively given my heart to one who is closer to perfection then many, and now she grasps it in her hands, squeezing it so tight, it almost hurts. But she doesn't know it, and she likely never will.Her smile is all I could wish for. Dazzling. Mesmerizing. It diverted me from treading my lonely path in life to chase after that vision of happiness, companionship, and love. What I had ever truly wanted, all that I could ever want, it just came like that. Taking shape in the form of her. But still very out of my reach. Even though she was like a few seats away.
I don't have it in me to burst her bubble, the stable balance of life she already is in. I don't want to be a disturbance. So, I just admire her from afar, not wanting to taint her with the darkness in my mind, pouring my soul into the only outlets I know, reading & writing. I have never been one to talk much. I hope against hope that, maybe, just maybe, in some miraculous way, that she'll come to find me in the process of reading my book, to love me as I am.
Maybe it's just wishful thinking, but somehow, I can see a future with her.
Yeah, it's wishful thinking. I'm not good for her. Lolx
Night. I love you. =P