The Writing

and how he loved her. How he adored her. how he cared for her. and no day passed that he wouldn't find himself lingering in thoughts of her. and yet something was missing. still. still missing. slowly this gap was filled with love. love from her heart when she gazed into his eyes. It amazed him. and it seemed everything did at some point or another. amazement, she amazed him, but words failed to fully express this feeling. and it happened often that words escaped his lips to be replaced by long gazes. long silences. but in his head, these silences were symphonies of his feelings, his growing love, his joy.
Basked in thoughts of glory, of love. basked in fantasies of her fondness for him. it was a mere dream, a figment of his head. he dreamt of nothing more, and it only killed him that she was no closer than she had been years ago. yet the same feelings still arose when he looked at her. but she knew nothing of it. she knew nothing of him, and he knew little of her. through the hallway he walked every day stopping briefly to glance at her, a flicker of his eyes was all he needed. silence.

I found my escape in this boy. found my escape in a person that i used to be me. found no resolution to the problems that plague him tho. found nothing because i was not meant to. not yet.