I watch as brunette curls bounce with every move of the horse beneath the extra I've grown fond of. It's not like I'm in love. Love is for losers
But then again, when she laughs like that my stomach gets butterflies. I need stupid emotions to not get the better of me
I watch as she dances in the middle of the lunch area outside. I wanna tell her how stupid she looks but I can't. Because she looks so happy and carefree. I should go dance with her... No! Bad!
I admire the way she stands up to bullies. I used to be a bully and I know she would have taken me down fairly quickly. I would have liked that.
I stare as she drinks her third cup of matcha for the afternoon while she types away on her laptop. Probably making a new story?
She'll never know but I secretly read all of them while wanting to mock her for it but I just can't bring myself to do it. They're too good
I watch as she confides in that stupid raven haired bimbo when she's sick. I wanna help her too but I can't make it obvious that I care. No sense in getting attached.
I watch from afar as she wanders aimlessly up and down the isles of the book store. Can she just pick one already?! She looks cute though.
The day she got thrown off her horse I was there. Oh I wanted nothing more then to jump in and help her. But I can't get too attached. She looked more concerned for the horse then she did herself, despite the bruise I could see forming. She's kind...something that I'm not
So I say all of this because I'm in love with her. She's everything that I'm not. But why would it matter? I watch as she laughs away with that girl. They joke and blush all throughout the night. I can't even be mad because sadly, she's real and I'm not.
