Stupid writings by an amateur

A love story - I know

I know.

I know you.

You've been like that since the day we first dated.

I remember I got angry and thought you didn't care about it. Rather you didn't even notice.

I hated you that time.

Till...

There  was always something inside my locker with a letter saying "I'm sorry".

At first, I thought you were insincere. I mean, why can't you just go straight to my face and apologize?

I threw everything you gave me on the first week. Also on the second. I was so angry but you were nowhere to be found.

It took a whole month of throwing away stuff.

I looked for you but it seemed you were avoiding me.

Of course, I got tired of it.

After a whole month of getting angry, I realized I've been a bit harsh and that I was also at fault. Yet you just apologize, again and again.

After a month, I decided I'd forgive you. But there wasn't anything inside. I thought it was over. You also grew tired of it.

I  thought I lost my chance. But you where there. The moment I closed the locker, with your head bended down.

"I'm sorry."

I said. He then looked up surprised and confused. Then started explaining like crazy.

Then I thought, so this was the guy he's like.

Unlike me, he can't say it through words easily.

I got it.

That time, I grew to understand you more.

I know.

I know I love you.

We had a lot of fight because of our differences.

I'm very straightforward with my feelings and my thoughts.

"I love you!"

...

"Yeah."

That's what he always answer. Short and vague. We've been dating for a year now but he never told me he loves me straight from his mouth.

At first, I tried to understand him. He isn't good with words.

But I can't help it. I badly wanted to hear it from him that time.

We fought.

"Why can't you say it? I say it all the time! Its just three words. Is it because you don't feel that way?"

"I– I can't say it here. I'm sorry. Let's talk somewhere else, alright?"

"No! Don't use the fact that you're not good with words. You're so good in your mock trials. Yet you say you can't say this? Ha!" I said those out of anger and stormed out. He didn't even follow me.

The next time he reached out is the next day.

...

"What do you wanna say?"

I decided to hear him out. Maybe he'll get to say it?

...

He was silent the whole while. Feeling hesitant and scared.

It took him a some time to say something

"I..."

Obviously, I got irritated and was about to leave. I was about to turn my back.