I stare into her eyes as she stares into mine. Nothing being said, No movements at all. A few seconds of staring a smile cracks across my lips and a her eyes light up. i know then that the in my heart and my stomach isn't that of being shy or afraid, but of a seed of love that has sprouted inside me. no one knows how i feel and nobody suspects it, but the little sprout begins to grow. as the love increases and the tension grows the grip of love chokes out all other life. happiness flows freely and sorrow seems impossible.... but fate has a funny way of messing things up. I feel like the writer of my life's story has been replaced by a merely incompetent child who is destroying what he See's. the waters that fueled the love growing in my heart has dispersed and the love is withering away like water in a hot desert. But life has a strange way of fixing itself, so i guess I'm stuck waiting for the almost perfect time for this change to happen. I wait for the Waters of love to wash in and feed the sprout that has taken my heart. I just hope this isn't a dream, I hope i wake up soon and realize that non of this is true, That everything is alright.
