Brainstorming on book
-Sometimes I think about us, and maybe that’s crazy because I know we won’t add up to much, if at all anything. But the more I think, the more I fantasize. I feel the touch of your fingertips, your warm gaze and the pure innocence of your lips. My heart tingles, preparing my day dreams to come to a stop, my mind tells me how absurd, and how insignificant this train of thought really is. In times such as these, we need all the luxuries we can get, if that means your fingers intertwined with mine, at least in my dreams, so be it. But school is coming to a halt and who knows if I’ll ever see you again, so with this in my heart, and guiltily in my mind, I know I’ll always have this thing for you, no matter how absurd it could possibly be.
-Please, tell me who you are, maybe we can make this work, maybe it can be just us, you just have to let me know who you are.
-This isn't something I want out. It isn't something that I need out. I'm stuck, that's all. I don't want other people to know I feel this way, just because of the repercussions. And no matter how much I hate it, I know I can't tell you, because I know I'd act on temptation, even though I most definitely cannot. You don't realize how badly I'd like to tell you.
-Please, tell me who you are, maybe we can make this work, maybe it can be just us, you just have to let me know who you are.
-This isn't something I want out. It isn't something that I need out. I'm stuck, that's all. I don't want other people to know I feel this way, just because of the repercussions. And no matter how much I hate it, I know I can't tell you, because I know I'd act on temptation, even though I most definitely cannot. You don't realize how badly I'd like to tell you.