I Love Her
I roll my eyes at myself. I was looking into the mirror in my locker way too much today. Even I had limits.
I kept fixing my hair or smiling to see if there was something in my teeth. I had never done this before, asked a girl out after we had broken up. Tessa was a special case.
Thomas quit it! You look fine. She'll totally help you. Just breath. It can't be that hard. Right?
I look into the mirror one more time. Unsureness was written across my face, my eyes practically shouted it. I huffed, closing my locker door.
I pull my backpack strap closer, using it as my rock. My hands started to sweat, like really bad. My legs shook like leaves in a harsh wind. I swallowed so much my mouth was being to dry. I bit my lower lip, trying to calm myself.
The moment I saw her, thinking went straight out the window at one hundred miles per hour. I never stood a chance.
She was so beautiful, even as tired and worn as she was. Her Hollywood curls made her look like an angel. Her tired, baby blues still sparked with intelligence, and maybe a ton of hurt. It wouldn't have mattered what she wore, anything would look good on her.
I was starstruck. No, I was frozen at the sight of her. No, that wasn't it either. She dazzled me... It was true, but it wasn't exactly what I was feeling.
My heart beat fast, pulse racing at the speed of light. Butterflies flew around in my stomach, crashing into each other. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, licking my dry lips. I couldn't get my voice to work.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Thomas! Come on, have some nerve!
Then it hit me. I had always known it, had said it in my mind before.
I loved her. And I always would.
I kept fixing my hair or smiling to see if there was something in my teeth. I had never done this before, asked a girl out after we had broken up. Tessa was a special case.
Thomas quit it! You look fine. She'll totally help you. Just breath. It can't be that hard. Right?
I look into the mirror one more time. Unsureness was written across my face, my eyes practically shouted it. I huffed, closing my locker door.
I pull my backpack strap closer, using it as my rock. My hands started to sweat, like really bad. My legs shook like leaves in a harsh wind. I swallowed so much my mouth was being to dry. I bit my lower lip, trying to calm myself.
The moment I saw her, thinking went straight out the window at one hundred miles per hour. I never stood a chance.
She was so beautiful, even as tired and worn as she was. Her Hollywood curls made her look like an angel. Her tired, baby blues still sparked with intelligence, and maybe a ton of hurt. It wouldn't have mattered what she wore, anything would look good on her.
I was starstruck. No, I was frozen at the sight of her. No, that wasn't it either. She dazzled me... It was true, but it wasn't exactly what I was feeling.
My heart beat fast, pulse racing at the speed of light. Butterflies flew around in my stomach, crashing into each other. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans, licking my dry lips. I couldn't get my voice to work.
Stupid, stupid, stupid Thomas! Come on, have some nerve!
Then it hit me. I had always known it, had said it in my mind before.
I loved her. And I always would.
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