Every time I see her, it's like the world goes a little quieter, and all I can hear is the thumping of my heart. I don't know if she sees me the way I see her.
Maybe she doesn't even know how much I care.
There's a fear that deep down, that maybe she'll never feel the same way. I try to hide it, to act normal, but every look, every word feels like a small, silent confession. She's the kind of person who lights up a room without even trying, and I can't help but wonder if I'm just another face in the crowd to her.
Maybe she doesn't even know how much I care.
There's a fear that deep down, that maybe she'll never feel the same way. I try to hide it, to act normal, but every look, every word feels like a small, silent confession. She's the kind of person who lights up a room without even trying, and I can't help but wonder if I'm just another face in the crowd to her.
I love Xaviah.
by Twcross March 19, 2025