^{BANNER BY ME!}

Simple, classic love story.

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It's his smile. The way he looks at me and just knows everything is perfect. Because he knows as I know that nothing can go wrong when we are looking at one another. The sincerity in his eyes and in mine is enough to erase everything in the world, everything except for those core feelings. When we are looking at one another we are lost in a world, a world of our own, one we share with no one.

The feeling that runs through my whole body causes me to flush red. His eyes do this to me; I don't know if it's good or bad. The sweet tingles in my body take over, flooding every corner ever curve and taking everything as their own. They fill every hole, making it impossible not to be happy. I love this feeling, I crave this feeling, and the only way to obtain it is to look at him.

It's a gravitational pull, that's what I want to call it. Being in a room together is a curse for both of us. In a span of five minutes, we have looked at one another at least fifteen times. Sometimes he's looking when I'm looking, and there it is again. That smile that could sink a thousand ships and it's directed at me. The tingles take control and my face heats up. Everything heats up, from my toes all the way to my nose; everything is filled and controlled by these tingles. I must smile, for I know if I smile, he will feel the tingles to. They will of some how jumped to him and spread creating a web between us. Keeping us attached at all times.

I've gotten use to the feeling of his eyes on me. The slight heavy feeling in my gut when I sense it, that alone makes me smile. I can't escape the happy inside, the tingles controlling it all. When they fill up, when I look at him, it's hard for me to breath, the air is just not there. Maybe I'm over reacting but I swear he stops my lungs, my brain, and my heart. I'm fearful of what he would do if he touched me, maybe I would fall dead, because if a smile alone can cause all of that what will his fingers do?

He has a girlfriend, and I am not ashamed to admit that that rips me up, causing so much pain. To know that there is another out there, a girl he holds, a girl he kisses, a girl he loves… I just want to stop breathing, close my eyes all fall. For the sweet tingles of love and pain have found their way into my heart and I'm going insane. Knowing I'll never have, it's creating holes, holes even the tingles can't fill. They start out small, only building up, as they grow bigger and bigger, making the pain harder to forget.

It's a dull ache; it started in the pit of my stomach. The start of the holes was almost forgotten until it showed up. It grew, causing so much physical and emotional pain I had to curl up and forget about the world for hours. I felt so lost, the world was crumbling down around me and he wouldn't be there to help. He had himself someone and here I was, falling for someone unattainable. How stupid, and selfish of me. To love someone that was in love with another. Surely I was going insane, if only I had to strength to stay away from him, I knew I could get over it.

Have you ever met two people, that when they are together everyone else in the room they are speaking to is suddenly naturally happy? That's what we are. We are those two people that just click; we cause so much chemistry in the world that it spreads, making every living soul around us happy. I'm sure if there was a wilting flower next to us it would perk up when we glance at once another. That's how much he means to me, that's how much I mean to him. I know I'm not the only to have noticed, for he has encouraged the relationship we have built. He is the cause of this turmoil in my heart and I can't hate him for it. If only I could hate him for it.

But in the end, I wasn't designed to hate him. I was designed to love him, with all the pain crashing down on me at the same time. The world is collapsing, and I know that this is where I'm supposed to stand. In the middle, looking out at the man that I've loved for so long, knowing he will never touch me. Knowing I'll never know what that feels like, to be in his arms, to kiss him senseless. Cause I was designed to be broken, it's evident to all of us.

I still wake every morning and force myself to class. Seeing him is painful at the same time as it is wonderful. For his smile not only makes the holes bigger but it cause my heart to flutter. Maybe, if I look at him long enough, the hole will grow so big that it will swallow me instantly. I'll stop feeling then, I'll stop loving. But for now I must sit and watch, as my heart breaks and cracks.