ㅤㅤㅤ◜ ◝ ͡ ◜ ◝ ͡ ◜ ◝ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤyva presents ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ☆ From the moment I laid my eyes on her, I knew I was done. How could someone be so perfect? Gorgeous was one word to describe her. Graceful was another. She was everything you could want in a person. I watched her laugh, move, and breathe. She had this way of lighting up a room without trying. Perfect. God, how can someone be so perfect. Everyone saw her. How couldn't they? I noticed her, yet she never noticed me. Not really, not at all. I watched more carefully. I watched her blink, write, eat. Most importantly, I watched her eyes. Oh, so big and blue. But those deep blue eyes never noticed mine. They were always directed somewhere else. The more I saw, the more I knew: she was never really mine to begin with. It was either her and me, or just me. And it was never going to be her and me. So I made sure it would only be me.
