One day you are going to see her holding hands with someone who took the chance. Who went there and expressed him to her. She might not even notice you because she would be too busy laughing to his stupid jokes. And it would burn your heart seeing that beautiful smile on her face and realizing you’re not the reason for it. You never were.
You were just an admirer from far, not expressing yourself , not beacause you don’t have the guts but because you were afraid how stupid you would look in front of the most beautiful person in your world.
Dying to make a contact with her sparkling eyes, her lips fascinating you everytime.
You look her, your wanderwall. And then it will finally hit you : It was her, It was always her.