He used to watch her every move with hazel eyes full of adoration.Everything that came out of her small pouty lips was delightful and full of life.Time spent with her was never dull, never wasted. She seemed so carefree. Everything she did, she did it because she realllly genuinely wanted to. He wondered if she would want him the same way she wanted to gorge on 5 donuts and grin sheepishly once they were over or the way she was up for walks or drives in the middle of the night no matter how tired she was a few hours ago or the way she wanted to live life without regretting anything.
He wanted her.That's All he could think of whenever she was around.In fact that's all he could think about when she wasn't around either.
He loved waking up to the sound of her heavy breathing in the far end of the room,and wondered when the far end would become so close that he could feel her hot breath on his neck as she slumbered on his chest.


Her:
I know he cares.But I am a mere want.How am I supposed to give in when I know that I'm just someone and not the ONE.Im afraid...afraid to fall once again,Afraid that I might let one of my impulsive mindsets control me.He is lovely, he is the epitome of someone dependable ,someone trustworthy and honest. Honesty is my weakness.Resisting someone in the other end of the same 500 sq foot room is difficult.Resisting making eye contact,smiling when you really want to,making an effort to please someone become hard as you get closer.You often persist what you resist,someone dear once told me.
I resisted....I persisted...but he cannot know.