She turned around in her computer chair to find his big beautiful
brown eyes starring back into hers. He sat there with his head
resting on his hand, with his fingers covering his nose. Even
behind his palm, she could see a small smile peeking through to
find her smiling back. He was so close she could smell his cologne,
Adidas Moves. I was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful.
From his perfect face to his bulging muscles, to his masculine
legs. This is what she lived for. This is what she went to school
for, to see his face and to find comfort in the fact that maybe,
just maybe, he had feelings for her too. She was hoping, wishing,
and waiting for him to finally become more than friends with
She longed for the day for him to finally grab her and kiss her,
not caring who saw. But most of all, she wanted to be loved by him.