She wakes up feeling dizzy, guess she cried too much last night.
She looks at the window, it isn’t raining anymore, and the sun is shining so bright.
She gets ready, maybe today is going to be a good day, she thought.
She puts her favorite yellow sundress, she likes her clothes bright.
“If there’s nothing bright inside of me, at least I put some bright colors outside”, she thought.
She looks at the mirror and frowns.
Her face is too pale. Her brown eyes are too big for her small face. Her hair is too thick. Her lips are weird, she doesn’t like her crooked smile, or the way she laughs, or the way she sounds.
She doesn’t like the way her body looks. Too short, too skinny, too small.
But what she doesn’t know is that there’s someone out there thinking about her every night before he goes to sleep, making all the scenes in his head where she’s finally his.
He likes her pale face, especially when she applies that red lipstick on her lips, the color compliments her face, making her look so beautiful. He would like to kiss every freckles on her face and kiss those plump lips of hers. Well, only if she lets him.
He likes her eyes, oh boy, does he like her eyes. Especially when she’s out in the sun, and her eyes look brighter than the usual. He could stare so long at those milky brown eyes and completely get lost in them, only if she lets him.
He likes her raven black hair and the way her hair falls down to her breast, framing her beautiful heart-shaped face so perfectly. He likes it even more when she puts her hair in a ponytail, making her look younger. He wonders how it feels like to run his fingers through her hair, oh only if she lets him.
He likes her crooked smile, no, he’s in love with her crooked smile. He thinks she has the kind of smile that could light up the whole world, the kind of smile that could stop any war, even the war he has inside his head. If she lets him, he would try his hardest to make her smile every day.
He likes the way she sounds. Her voice is so melodic and angelic, even when he never hears an angel talks before. He knows even angel doesn’t have that kind of beautiful voice like hers. He also likes the way she laughs, if he could, he would record her laughing and play it again and again, making her laughter the soundtrack of his life, only if she lets him.
He likes her small petite body. He likes how she would always ask for help whenever she wants to take a book from a high shelf. Her small body makes him feel the need to protect her every time. Oh, if only she would allow him to protect her.
But she never knows about that, about a story of a guy who’s completely in love with her. A guy who would give up everything just for her. A story that maybe would give her a happy ending.
She never knows and he never tells.
So she puts her white high heels on her small feet, hoping they would make her look taller.
And he puts his head back on the pillow, dreaming about a girl who is beyond his reach.
Ah, maybe love is meant to be kept alone.
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