This Could Turn Into Something (oneshots)

You're my obsession

love/obession

(there are no particular pairings in this...)

There is a fine line between love and obsession. I believe that I have crossed that line. There was something about the way his hair fell over his eyes. The glimmer of his smile. Everything about him fascinated me. I wish he could look back at me for once. I wish he would talk to me. I wish he thought about me as much as I thought about him. He's been on my mind since day one, you see. But love doesn't exist in infatuated teenagers. This is my obsession. To hold him. To just touch him. I wanted to feel his soft skin. I want to kiss those sweet lips. With every fiber of my entire worthless being I want it in every way possible. I've lusted over the years. Though, I'm embarrassed to say the least.