Fallen for a tyrant

January 14, 2011
Each day, each period I await to see his is face. That smile of his, a little crooked and wide. But a greeting to me. His laughed, loud and yet muffled arouses me. As he turns to look at me, speaking words that are meant to hit me, but only makes me laugh. His attempts to anger are lousy but his tries to make me smile are true. He isn't handsome, no prince charming indeed, but a lovely heart within him. A tear fell from my eyes and he wiped them. Once hated so, and now... What am I doing falling in love with this jerk, the tyrant, this-this amazing and unique man. I'm an idiot for falling...
All the others hurt so badly, so painfully... But he leads me to my target, to my landing place. And yet he still, won't, he'll never know that he's pushed me off the cliff that i settled myself on. It's my secret. My dairy entry. My own little story, no one will know I've fallen for a tyrant...





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