*Feeling*



There were way too many things that I could explain when they both were together sitting on the bench in the park which was near her school .
But I could never , never express the feelings between them . 

By looking at him I could say how perfect he looked in her eyes .

He had straight hair,His bangs were falling on his forehead as he moves his head,
His hair colour was little darker than the bole that was next to him ,
And when she wanted to look into his eyes , she used to comb those bangs just in the side of his face .
His eyes , his eyes were the brownish yellow which was exactly the colour of the honey .

Oh, the way he held her hands it was like he was the strongest man to rescue her,
Like he was a hero ,
Like he was a life saver .
The way he held her head against his chest , he could keep her safer and safer and this could take forever in this way .

He wanted to move the earth for her, just to have her by his side .
He wanted to smell her perfume all day and all night until he falls sleep.
He wanted to write her name on the sky , on the ocean , on the walls , on the ground .
He wanted to show the world that he loves her,
He wanted to show people that she has become her every thing .
He just wanted to crave her name , her face , her smell , her every thing on his heart and mind .

Her beauty was the only thing that he was always talking about .
Her love was the only thing that he was thinking and dreaming about all the time .
Her touch was his drug every single day .



And I have been wondering how can I end this ?!
When I can go on and on about his feelings and they never end... !


...




-Mayathewriter//themiraclegalaxyofmypen||.



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