You want to say something, but the words only come up your throat to linger in your mouth. The taste goes sour and you regret the very idea.
You can’t tell how she feels for you so your body hangs in purgatory. Swaying. Swaying.
Every time you reach for her, something goes wrong. The weather. Human intervention.
You start to feel like the worst person in the world; you shouldn’t be falling in love with girls you will just hurt anyway. It’s better if she doesn’t like you like that.
No matter how many times you look at her and realize how pretty she really is, it will never be. Leave her be.
“There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.”