She doesn’t realize how much power she holds over me. She walks into a room, and everything else fades. It’s maddening. I find myself looking for her in the crowd, waiting for her laugh, her voice. I shouldn’t care this much, but I do.
Sometimes, I wonder if she feels it too—this pull between us. Or is it just me, slowly unraveling while she remains untouched? No, I’ve seen the way she looks at me. There’s something there, even if she won’t admit it. And I’ll bring it to the surface, no matter how long it takes.
I watch her from afar, observing the way she moves, the way she interacts with others. She’s captivating, in a way that both intrigues and frustrates me. There’s a fire in her eyes, a determination that matches my own. It’s both exhilarating and terrifying to be drawn to someone so fiercely independent.
I can’t help but wonder what she sees when she looks at me. Does she see the darkness that lurks within, the shadows that dance behind my eyes? Or does she see beyond that, to the man I am trying to become? I want her to see me as more than just the sum of my past mistakes, more than the legacy of my family name. I want her to see the potential, the strength that lies within me.
But I know that it won’t be easy. She’s not one to be swayed by empty words or false promises. She sees through the facade, sees the cracks in my carefully constructed armor. And yet, I find myself wanting to show her more, to let her in where no one else has been allowed. It’s a dangerous game, one that could destroy everything I’ve worked so hard to build.
And yet, I can’t stay away. I find myself drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the pull that tugs at my heart. I know the risks, I know the consequences. But for her, I’m willing to take them all. I’ll walk through fire if it means she’ll look at me with even a fraction of the longing that fills me whenever I see her.
She doesn’t realize how much power she holds over me. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make her see.