that's why they call it a crush.

the second i caught your eyes it was like i was finally found. like nothing else mattered because all my life i'd been searching for something and i didn't know what, but now i knew. it was you. you were so oblivious to the way you made the people around you feel. like your glow had this warmth that just lit up the room. one look and i knew everything was going to be ok. i couldn't forget the shape of your face, or the shade of your dark walnut eyes that were so easy to get lost in. i still hear your contagious goofy laugh when i lay awake at night. and when i finally drift off i’m greeted by your open hand awaiting mine in my dreams, but that’s all they are — dreams. i only wish the feeling was mutual. because i know when you hear my name you don't even bat an eyelid, you don't think twice. i would forever search for you in a stadium full of people, but you would be looking for her.  i guess that’s why they call it a crush. because when you have these feelings for someone, it never ends well. your soul is left completely and utterly crushed by the painful reality that they just... don't want you.