Author's note: This story is partially based on my life.
"You lied to me, right?" he asked. He looked down, starting to tear up, and I could see it. "You weren't even sure if you had feelings for me, but you dated me."
I looked away. "True."
"Then did you even love me, even just a little bit? Did you feel even the tiniest bit of feelings for me?" he asked. There was a pause.
"Maybe," I answered. He looked up, and only then could I clearly see the tears in his eyes.
"Do you even think of me still?" he said in a trembling voice, and silence reigned yet again. He let out a shaky sigh and started to walk away, but I grabbed him by his wrist. He looked at me with wide eyes, and I peered into his light orbs with my dark brown ones.
"I do," I began, "I think of you still, and I miss you. I listen to songs, and they remind me of you. I wish we were still together, even if I don't know why and I remember the memories we made from time-to-time," I ended. He stared at me silently and paralyzed for a bit. Then he embraced me.
"I love you," he whispered in my ear, and it all became clear. I smiled softly.
"I love you too," I responded. Then it all started to fade, because this was only a dream, and I wouldn't admit these things to him, and this won't happen.
