her tears fell like rain that night, thinking, if she should tell him, she loves him. but people has over use, or used it with out the true meaning, so her true love wont even tell her that he loves her, but says the feelings are there, but wont say the one little word that makes it come together.
On the bus again for 2 hours just to see him for the day. talk to him in person, kiss his tender lips, looking into his dimond blue eyes. going out of her way just to see him smile.
That seams like love, never knowing why she feels this way about him. Just something about his smile, his hugs, jokes, nit picks, teasing that she just cant get enought of it. wish that it wont end.