your pov
"Wow" you say softly to yourself.
He's right there. He's right in front of you.
If you reached your arm out you'd be touching him.
The guy you've been obsessing over for the past 3 years is right in front of you, yet he hasn't even looked you in the eyes.
No.
He looked at her.
The girl in the crowd who stood out more than anyone.
She was beautiful.
The long natural flawless hair, the pretty face that needed no make up.
The pretty smile that could light up anyone's world.
The voice that was so soothingly soft it made you crying just to hear it.
The perfect toned body that would look good in anything.
He stared at her.
And she stared back.
"You're so cute Drew!" She would say, and you would keep quiet.
Watching, observing.
Knowing that if you'd say that, it wouldn't even phase him.
"Thanks babe you're too" he'd reply back.
Your heart would fall.
That could be you, but he hasn't even looked at you.
He hasn't really even acknowledged most of the fans, but you didn't blame him.
Its hard to pay attention to every last fan there when you have nearly 25 people throwing themselves at you.
You'd watch, knowing you'd probably never see him again.
All you can do is look.
Look for the 2 minutes that he's remotely close before he drifts away, taking pictures and having short conversations with the other fans that made sure he saw them.
You didn't though.
And you regretted it.
Because he never saw you.
You never touched him.
It was just like in your dreams or in the stories you read.
He's there. You see him as clear and beautiful as he is.
But he doesn't see you.
And he never will.
Not like how you look at him.
And now you're back in your room.
And you can't the image of him out of your head.
Those good five minutes that your entire world was right in front of you, and you never got to touch it.
And now you're back to twitter, as you watch him go about his days, knowing you will never cross his mind.
You will never ever see him again. Not like that.
Drew's pov
There she is. The fan I have always been looking for.
She's shy.
Just how I like them.
She's calm.
Just how i like them.
She's fragile.
Just how I like them.
But I don't dare look at her while she's looking at me.
I don't dare walk towards her direction.
I don't dare speak a word to her.
Instead, I ignore her. Afraid I'll mess up.
Afraid she won't like me anymore.
I watch her from the corner of my eyes, as she watches in envy as I talk to others.
But she doesn't say a word to me.
She doesn't walk up to me.
No.
She just stands there and observes.
I'm being pushed.
Pushed away from the dream girl that I had always imagined seeing.
Pushed away from the one that I've been looking for.
I don't look her direction at first but when I do, she's not there.
She's gone.
My world is gone.
I will never see her again.
I will never get the chance to touch her,
Look at her eye to eye.
I will never get the chance to say hi.
And her I am. Back at home.
Scrolling. Tumblr, twitter, even Instagram.
I can't find her.
Weeks.
Weeks and weeks I try.
But I can't find her.
And I never will.
She's gone.
oooooooo this was deep af
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