| Gold by � bRaT � I�ve got to stop staring at this guy. I mean, I vowed to forget him, as in forget him for real, and how am I gonna do that if I keep having eye contact with him every three seconds? Well, it�s not like I�m helping myself move on here. I know I look at him, but I really try not to. It�s just that, when he looks back at me with those eyes of his� man. I could, like, melt, then and there. I just wish he�d turn away every time he catches me staring. But, no, he has to look back, catch my gaze, and hold it for at least five seconds. Five seconds of pure gold, believe me. But still, five seconds of pure gold isn�t gonna help me in the long run, when I�m all alone and crying my eyes out every single night. Damn. I shouldn�t even be writing this shit. But, what the hey, I write when I�m happy, and I�m happy right now. Five seconds of pure gold is enough to make anyone as happy as hell. |
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