Standing+in+the+Shadows

Her I stood there, watching, imagining his touch, his breath on my face as he tells me he loves me. It will never happen of course, but I still hope. To him I am invisible. I always have been, and I probably always will be. Yet, I still hang around after school just to see him before I go home... to see him one more time so he’ll be clear in my dreams. It hurts to think that I’ll only ever be close to him in my dreams, to think that I’ll always be invisible to him. One of my friends told me to put a spell on him, what with my being a witch it should be a piece of cake. But I can’t. If he’s going to love me I’d like to know that it wasn’t forced upon him. Even if that is probably the only way he ever would love me. To be fair I can be a bit of a handful. I’m annoying, needy, ugly... he deserves so much better than me yet I want to burden him with my presence. Why does the heart play tricks like this on us? Him I’ve seen her, standing there. But she never notices me. But then, why would she? I’m not worth her time at all. Just a sport freak she’d never want. I’ve seen her watching him, Derry, blond hair, blue eyes, a freaking angel... it just seems right that she’d want him and not me. I always take my time to leave the school so I can see her before I leave. She always looks so beautiful. Flame red hair, bright green eyes, but she always looks sad. I want to be the one to put a smile on her face. I want to be the one she says goodnight to in a late night text conversation. I want her to love me. I’ve heard she’s a witch too... well even if it isn’t true, she’s bewitched me. My heart I would give to be able to hold her hand. I think I’d even go as far as to say I’d walk through hell for her. I think I love her. Stupid heart! Me They love each other, but they can’t see it. They’d surrender their souls to meet each other properly to have just one conversation. I’ve seen them watching each other from the shadows. But they never quite twig that they’re staring at each other... Looking in each other’s eyes. Wondering if the other feels the same. But intervention is not an option. We’ll just have to sit back and see how it all pans out. Fate has a funny way of dealing with things.