Yearns - Mel Afoa

She yearns for him.

Waiting, while the summer leaves sprout from the trees. Waiting, while the fluffy clouds dance in the blue surrounding blanket. Waiting, while the kids in the street laugh with happiness while swinging on the small iron bars of the playground.
She thinks about him daily, wanting him to realise she is right in front of him, wanting him to see right through to her soul. She knows they have their differences. Age, especially. Rumours bound that he is somehow not interested in any girl, but she doesnt give up. She knows somehow they belong. She can feel it deep within her heart. It beats slow when she does not feel his presence, and goes wild when he is near.
He might be different to everyone on the outside
He starts to talk regularly with her, and soon the eye contact is longer than it should be. She knows they cannot be together, because barriers prevent her from her dream fantasy. She looks at him longingly when they meet, smiles shyly when he talks. She remembered the time she walked out crying, and he came and comforted her, telling her to life her head high, and let her soul soar. Her feelings towards him grew, and she became aware of how close she was to sprouting her secret out.
Her crush is unreachable, for she doesnt know who he is inside. Never been there, and never will.
She yearns for him, as winter dies and summer comes alive., she thinks, but he is no stranger to me. He is different to any guy, a beautiful soul on the inside, and handsome features on the out. She cannot help but watch him when she sees him. A peaceful soul, like a summer's breeze. She loves how he can make her feel even when he doesnt notice. When his hazel eyes follow her, theres nothing but ecstacy in her veins. The adrenaline pumps through her blood, and even when they break eye contact, the intensity of the situation still goes wild in her.