Peaceful. So peaceful as she rests her eyes for a serene night of sleep. All I can think of is how beautiful she is and how much I love her. Her beautiful blond hair, her gorgeous eyes, and the cute manner she inhabits during her everyday life.
She lies quietly in her bed. Still like the air. A small smile appears on her face and all I can think of is what could she be dreaming about. What could she think is so great that could make her smile? I wonder. I wonder.
It is quiet on the street in which Lizzie lives. All the cars are parked, all the adults and children in bed, and nothing. Nothing more than the occasional owl. It's so quiet. Quiet and peaceful like my Lizzie.
I did not always stare at her. I did not always watch her and think of her and want to be with her. It mostly started in the beginning of eighth grade. Lizzie came back more beautiful than ever. Her hair shone like the stars and her skin glistened like the moon. On that first day back, I was in awe. I was shocked. I was happy. But more, I was in love.
Never had I felt so passionately in love. I had my share of crushes and even a girlfriend but never had I ever had such deep feelings for anyone. And what surprised me most was that I actually had these feelings for Lizzie. I always thought that she wouldn't be my type. That preppy, goody two-shoes look didn't usually attract me but now, it was the only thing I could think of.
She came back mature. Both in mind and body. And I, I was nothing. Nothing was important about me. I was just pathetic little Gordo. I'm not handsome or "hot" like Ethan Craft. I was a nobody.
And I never used to think like that either. I used to be confident in what I said and how I looked but now, I had no self-esteem. Nothing in me could compare to Lizzie. Nothing in me could ever become or reach the level of Lizzie. Nothing in me could make me feel the same way I used to. Nothing.
And now, I look at Lizzie and all I can think about is how great my life would be if I was with her.
I look at Lizzie and think that she will want to be with me if I tell her how I feel.
I look at Lizzie and just want to touch her, and hold her, and have her know that I will never leave her. That I will always be there for her. That I will always love her.
As I stare at her beautiful face, all I can see is her. Not the stars or the moon or anything. Just her.
My face is pressed hard against her window. My hands spread out in longing to be with her. Longing to have her. I watch, and wish, and hope as my wonderful Lizzie sleeps and I stare from outside her window. Longing. Longing...
She lies quietly in her bed. Still like the air. A small smile appears on her face and all I can think of is what could she be dreaming about. What could she think is so great that could make her smile? I wonder. I wonder.
It is quiet on the street in which Lizzie lives. All the cars are parked, all the adults and children in bed, and nothing. Nothing more than the occasional owl. It's so quiet. Quiet and peaceful like my Lizzie.
I did not always stare at her. I did not always watch her and think of her and want to be with her. It mostly started in the beginning of eighth grade. Lizzie came back more beautiful than ever. Her hair shone like the stars and her skin glistened like the moon. On that first day back, I was in awe. I was shocked. I was happy. But more, I was in love.
Never had I felt so passionately in love. I had my share of crushes and even a girlfriend but never had I ever had such deep feelings for anyone. And what surprised me most was that I actually had these feelings for Lizzie. I always thought that she wouldn't be my type. That preppy, goody two-shoes look didn't usually attract me but now, it was the only thing I could think of.
She came back mature. Both in mind and body. And I, I was nothing. Nothing was important about me. I was just pathetic little Gordo. I'm not handsome or "hot" like Ethan Craft. I was a nobody.
And I never used to think like that either. I used to be confident in what I said and how I looked but now, I had no self-esteem. Nothing in me could compare to Lizzie. Nothing in me could ever become or reach the level of Lizzie. Nothing in me could make me feel the same way I used to. Nothing.
And now, I look at Lizzie and all I can think about is how great my life would be if I was with her.
I look at Lizzie and think that she will want to be with me if I tell her how I feel.
I look at Lizzie and just want to touch her, and hold her, and have her know that I will never leave her. That I will always be there for her. That I will always love her.
As I stare at her beautiful face, all I can see is her. Not the stars or the moon or anything. Just her.
My face is pressed hard against her window. My hands spread out in longing to be with her. Longing to have her. I watch, and wish, and hope as my wonderful Lizzie sleeps and I stare from outside her window. Longing. Longing...