HER POV
As discreetly as possibele I saw him across the class sitting with his friends chatting with them being happy and joyful like his self sometimes I wish i could be a ounce like him then maybe I could say what my heart desired then maybe I would not be the one sitting alone, pretending to be happy, pretending to not know, pretending to not care. I loved his smile but sometimes i got jelous that I was not the reason for it. We have alot in common but he does not know about it and Idon't have the guts to talk to him about it. I wanted to be with him but at this moment that just seems like a far fetched dream. He probably would not even know my full name,definitely not my birthday sand a 100% sure that he does not know about my feelings. Still a part of me wishes that he would look at me and understand that I LIKE HIM BUT I'M NOT A PART OF HIS WORLD.
HIS POV
I saw her with the corner of my eyes looking like a angel. She was quite writing something in her notebook, she always has it with her. I wonder what she writes. Does she write about someone she loves , is it me? No it can't be, I fear does she know me she is always lost in her own world. Does she know I exit, my preferences, my name, does she know about me. Iwant to be with her but it feels like a dream, a mirage to hold her close to me and never let go. A part of me wishes that she would be with me, she would understand that I LIKE HER AND I WANT HER TO BE A PART OF MY LIFE
TWO PEOPLE IN LOVE WITH EACHOTHER
BUT THEIR STORY REMAINED UNSAID
THEIR WORDS UNSAID
THEIR FEELINGS REMAINED UNSAID
