There’s that smile.

The one that kills me.

Every

Single

Time.

The smile that, somehow, makes you deep brown eyes bright. And makes your adorable dimples even more pronounced than usual.

You are unaware of my constant staring, and I don’t plan to make you aware anytime soon. Staring is the only thing I allow myself. Anything more and I would be destroyed. Because if I let myself fall. I will fall so hard and fast. So hard that when I hit the ground I will break into a million pieces.

I know I can’t have you. But the want— no, the need of you is stronger than my will. Sometimes the physical effort it takes to stay away is the most difficult.

Your easy words, and bright smile drag me closer. Pulling me even though I want— do t want to be pulled.

Why do you do this to me? Why?