Me X h/n (this is NOT a y/n type fanfiction I will be using I/me pronouns)
(A/n: this a dream that I had with a little extra. This is for me and half a vent. This is purely based on my desires and imagination. SLOW BURN if you wanna see what I think about daily! NO SPICE)
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Iโm not sure where I met him. He somehow managed to appear in my life. Iโm not complaining though.
H/n has hazel eyes and a wide smile. A sharp jawline and brown hair. Heโs not a thug type of Mexican. Heโs the nice type. Heโs the everything I desire. His mini mustache and bushy eyebrows make me smile. His caring spirit and his romantic nature makes me swoon. H/n is perfect.
Iโm not sure where it started but h/n started talking to me about random stuff he likes. I was already hooked the first time he started talking to me. Who knew while his golden eyes tell me stories of his childhood I would be daydreaming of him kissing me while the moonlights gaze upon our faces.
I sigh as I think about him laying in my bed for what seems to be unfortunately minutes which turn into hours of countless thinking.
How could I think of him for this long but never have the guts to speak when he opens his mouth to tell me something like waterfalls gushing out. He spills all his thoughts to me while I say shallow things straight to his face.
I felt like I was doing it to myself. But while I was thinking I look into the hallway and see the clock for what time it really was.
6:56. The evening time. I donโt know what I did to get this feeling.
Next morning, donโt know how I got here or when. But Iโm somewhere. Maybe all the daydreaming had me thinking again while I got lost.
Heโs talking again. And all hell goes loose in my head. I donโt remember what I was thinking or what I was doing.
He waves in front of my face and spoke to see if I was okay
I respond and say sorry. I laugh. He touched my thigh with his slightly and my heart begins to race all over again.
He talks and talks for minutes and I just listen. I love listening to his voice. Itโs angelic and fuzzy. It helps you get a warm feeling in my stomach.
Itโs that moment when I start to dream of daisies. Something warm in my heart rises. Dreams of us together. Picnics, roses, food. Smiling. It would turn my smile into endless joy.
Who knew you could feel this much things when you come into contact with the guy of your dreams.
My stomach overflows with the same amount of butterflies as flowers in a sunflower field.
Iโm not sure how I get to another place. We are close.
We are staring straight at each other. Once again, listening to him talk to me. Like saints speaking that a blessing coming your way is tomorrow. I find him staring, spacing out. Weโre talking.
Iโm sensitive. My heart starts to feel sad. Heart pounding anguish hits my bones. But itโs all okay. He touched my leg. His hand on it.
His touch makes my skin burn. Crawling as I smile.
At that moment I wanted him to kiss me. Iโm imagining it. But it wonโt happen. Looking into his eyes was possibly the best thing I could ever dream for.
Now itโs right in front of me. Envisioning leaning in. My lips on his.
All fading to black I figure it was only one pure sight that I might not have when I wake up.
Who knew that when you feel like this. When you desire like this. Endure like this.
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