I am quite aware that your dazzling eyes will one day meet with my words. That may be the sole reason I am writing this.
I have not been very truthful towards you, and now I must confess.
For you,
Arched brows, and a crinkled forehead, you are trying to decipher the poem from the book i have lent to you. Its fantastically lovely, witnessing you fall in love with a verse. Watching you daydream is my favorite part of the day, because you're so focused. Whether its taking a peek at the new book im reading or just aimlessly staring into space, you always do it with a certain charm. One that grabs my attention and refuses to let go no matter how hard I try to escape the grip it holds on me. You especially captivate me when you speak. You can say anything to me and I'd still want to hear your soft voice. The giggle at the end of each sentence is my absolute favorite sound, because its slightly raspy and gives me chills. Though, when you start a conversation with me, I can't help but to stare, because your words being directed towards me makes me feel like there are far too many butterflies roaming around my body.
Those caramel eyes melt my heart, for they radiate light and give me hope. They shimmer, and are filled with brilliant colors. Mine are a plain chocolate brown, but yours are so much more intense. Hazel, dashed with a bit of gold. They are always so alive and vibrant, similar to the way you are. They pair perfectly with your sharp jaw line. Your features are wonderfully handsome. Physically you are attractive, but that is not why I put myself through the pain of loving you.
You are a beautiful soul, the perfect mixture of everything. You are brilliant, and your intelligence makes me look down on others in class because you are a walking dictionary. At times I believe that you might get a bit egotistical, but it is masked with humor and makes me giggle.
Your writing is better then most famous authors, and I have found through your stories that I do not love reading. I love the rush of emotion I get when I read. You make all the other inky pages dull, because I only want to soak up your poetic words.
I adore how goofy you are. Most of the time, you have me laughing until my gut hurts, because your comedy is so entertaining to me. You're dorky, but that has to be the best thing about you.
Honey could not be sweeter, for you are the kindest person I know. I trust you dangerously with all my love, something I have only ever done once.
I dont know if youre broken, or if youre sad because you dont talk to me the way I could talk with you. I could discuss my damage for as long as you wanted, but youre different. When I gaze into your light eyes, I see love and care. I see a gentle boy who doesnt want to hurt anyone, but I dont see me. I am in your field of vision, but I am not in your sights. You do not wish to share secrets with me or to have me anywhere in your future. You are just simply a sweet person who does not want me, and as much as it aches me, I have to accept that. But dear god, I want to have a taste of who you are. I want to be engulfed in your personality and absorb every bit of information, dust off every nook and cranny in your mind. Though, this will not happen.
You are not mine to love, not mine to admire or read into. You are not mine at all, as a matter of fact. You are hers, but I.
I will always be yours.
-Love Always
