This story was inspired by "You give me something" by James Morrison. I suggest you listen to it, to get the feel for this story.
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please don't cry.

i hate it when she cries. it's like when your best friend gets hurt, and you dont know what to do about it, so you just sit beside them, watching them cry, wishing there was something you could say, or do, to make it all better.

i always knew she was beautiful, so beautiful, you would think she was untouchable. but she wasn't. she'd touch me. she'd come up behind me, and wrap her arms around my waist. everytime she did that, i would loose my breath, and see the world spinning.

she doesn't know that.

she doesn't know much. I mean, she's highly intellegent, don't get me wrong, but if you we're to ask her if I loved her, she would say "Danny? He's my best friend! He doesn't like me like that!"

but there's nothing further from the truth.

'she's even beautiful when she cries'

so her boyfriend stephen just broke up with her. they were going out for a REALLY long 3 months. and where was I? you ask. I was beside her, the whole way. listening to her go on, and on, and on, about how wonderful he was. then he decides that she's not good enough for him, and leaves her for some other chick.

so there she was. sitting in front of me, like a train wreck.

i have one thing, and one thing only on my mind.

i need to tell her.

i know girls are in a really touchy place when they've just ended a relationship, and they'd probably do, and say things that they don't really mean at the end of the day,

but i need to.

it's been building up inside of me for the longest time.

surely enough, this could just be the start of a beautiful thing. there's nothing i want more then to have her be mine. to hold her in my arms, kiss her every second of every day, and just, have her, love me back.

but, then again, this could be the end of something really beautiful. she's my best friend in the world. i know everything about her, and she knows everything about me. i would die if that ever changed.

so here comes the big question.

does she feel the same way?

i know she doesn't.

but something in the back of my mind is telling me that she does. why else would she hug me all the time? tell me anything? trust me with her life?

because you're her best friend...

NO! i can't just be the best friend!

i want her to understand.

i put my hand on hers. she didn't pull away, so i took a hold of it, and kept it warm. she was so perfect. in every way possible. her hand was so smooth against mine.

i whispered her name.

she lifted her head up to reveal her glistening eyes glazed with tears.

i wiped away the tear streaming down her cheek.

and then i said something.

oh god.

did i just say it?

i didn't even hear my own words.

it must have slipped out of my mouth.

she put one hand against my face. she started getting closer to me. and even closer. okay, she was really close now. i could count her eyelashes.

what do i do now? i thought.

i really had no choice now, because she was too close. way too close.

she pressed her lips into mine.

i didn't even know what was going on.

but i liked it.

my heart was racing.

she brought out hand up and slid it through my hair.

my eyes were closed, but i could see the stars in the sky dancing.

she pulled away.

i think i said the right thing.

i said her name again. she just looked up at me smiling.

god she's beautiful...

i can't believe i just said that. i wonder how i said it. i wonder if it was too, much. you know?

but she kissed me...

unless i'm dreaming...

no, it was too real.

she was all i wanted, all i could think about. and here she was. right in front of me.

and you know the best part about it?

if she wants me too, or not, being with her, right now, is all i could ever ask for.

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