When the day finally came when I knew why i was here, on earth was when i saw him, tussled pitch-black hair with blue eyes that looked like they had the ocean in them. His name . . . well who need to know that! All you need to know is that he was put here for me and me for him. He takes my hand and i take his, our fingers entwined. His warm arms around my body, as we drifted in our fantasy land. we would go to our special place and watch the clouds go by. He tenderly kisses my lips with his, but i longed for more, i wanted him so badly but i didn't push it. His touch was so gentle like i was a ribbon around his finger, he wanted to last forever. Our surroundings didn't matter anymore, just that i was with him, with my love.
But now i’m back, out of my fantasy world, and he is there sitting an inch away. But what was just an inch felt like a mile. He didn't even no i existed, he didn't no he was destined to be with me. I would watch him as he walked passed with another girl, her hand in his, jealousy would pump though me like adrenaline. Every time i would close my eyes i would picture myself with him, i couldn't get him out of my head. I found the place in my head, our place, under a tree in a field, where we would sit. I sat there and played with the grass beneath me. And then i heard footsteps, i looked up and there he was, He was gorgeous and hansom, his black hair fell over his face as he looked down at me, his piecing blue eyes burning through me. I stood and stared right back at him, and we didn't break our gaze until he finally spoke which felt like hours later. “I don't know why i’m here” he looked down “I was drawn here, kinda like a magnet” he chuckled at himself. “I know the feeling” i smiled back at him, we sat there talking until the golden shimmers of the sun grew dull and faded. He walked me home and said goodbye at the door. That night i dreamt about him, his arms around me again. The next day he broke up with the girl who held his hand and she didnt like it. When we were sitting in the Cafeteria, i could hear her shouting at him in the hall. i excused myself from my friends and walked out there. “I hate you” she shouted I walked up to him, i was sorry for her and him, he was doing this for me! “i’m sorry” he whispered to the girl. He turned to me, she had stalked off still crying, he stroked my cheek and tilted his head to my forehead. “i love you” he whispered “we were always ment to be together” and leaned down for a kiss.
I am writing a book, this is just a little story i made up. Just for fun!