She was so fascinated by the thought of him; seeing him; seeing his smile; talking to him; having him... she knew it wouldn't come to this.
But she worked on it and slowly she got to know him. Every little step made her so happy. The steps came slowly, veeery slowly. She was too shy for asking for everything.
She tried to get over it she couldn't. Every boy she met she compared with him. And they hurt her. When she was down she had still the thought of him. His blue, clear eyes; his smile which shows how happy he is to see her and which always touches his eyes; his smoothie voice when he talks to her: "Hey! What's up?!"; and last but not least his attractive body. ♥
She'd never felt something like this before. This desire. This passion.
Because of this she decides for the illusion instead of the reality.
The reality hurts her.
The illusion is always there for her.
I'll rock in my dreams now.
- xoxo RB
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