Her.

we don't always get what we want

The way her hair dances in the wind makes my knees go weak. The subtle swish of her arms when she walks makes me smile like a little kid with a lollipop. The way her eyes dance around a page when she is reading a book make me want to grab hold of her and never let go. the way she rejects meaningless media and surrounds herself with true talent makes my stomach get butterflies. The way she is her own person and couldn't care less about what other people think of her makes me wish she was mine. Her jet black hair, plain brown eyes, and not model body are perfection. Her mannerisms make me go crazy. I am absolutely in love with her. everything about her. why can't she see that? why doesn't she notice the fact that i would do anything for her, to be with her. Why cant she see that i would be so much better for her than him. he is a jerk. he is an unoriginal, abusive, testosterone driven a*****e who is only dating her because he's dated every other girl out there. Sooner or later, she'll see who he really is and come to her senses, and when she does, I'll be there for her. But just as a friend, because she doesn't see me any other way, never has. her best friend. the girl who will always be here for her no matter what. and for now, that's okay.

Reviews

[FemmeSpookyCorpse]

The truth behind this just travels throughout, body, mind, and soul...perfect! I love the descriptions, and your perfect use of adjectives. It is a story of realization, and emotion all rolled into one. Wonderful job, MoonPig = ]