3:04pm
She stands under her umbrella in front of me, while I'm in the rain looking into her eyes.
Usually I could never lock eye contact with her, ever.
But this time it's different. I need to look into her eyes, to know how she feels about this.
She smiles a little, but her smile fades, and she has a serious expression on her face.
"What does she feel? How does she feel?" I ask myself, trying to look deeper into her eyes. Trying to make sense of her facial expressions. "I want to know," I thought to myself.
The pause is awkward, and loud. All the rustling and bustling of people around me just fades in the background, and it slows down. The rain it's self slows down.
Why do I feel like I'm about to cry,
I want her to accept my feelings for some reason,
But those weren't my intentions of telling her how I feel,
I made a choice to confess my feelings, so I will be able to get rid of them,
But was that truly my intentions from the beginning?
Or did I just want to see,
See, if the signs she's been giving me, is how she feels towards me,
The same way I feel about her,
I don't know,
Judging by her face, I think I've made a mistake,
"I-I'm" I try to apologize, but she interrupts.
"It's alright. I'm alright," she says, with her big smile. Her dimple clearly visible.
"Damn you dimple. You're the reason why I liked her," I lied.
Trying to find an excuse of why I liked her.
She opens her car door, and tucks her umbrella away.
"I'm alright Toetu, I'll see you next term," she says, and closes the car door.
I look at the flower she gave me. The rain still falling on my head, droplets falling from the end of my bangs. One petal falls off, and drifts away in the rain river to the drain.
"Exactly how I feel," I say to myself.
I felt like breaking the flower she gave me, but, I knew it wasn't worth my time.
Her car drives away, leaving me in the rain.
She waves, and I give her a gentle smile, and a royal wave.
I walk away, proud that I confessed, but absolutely ashamed for reading the signs wrong.
My first confession, and my last.
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She and I
RomanceShe and I met on a trip to the Museum. She and I talked. She and I clicked. She liked me as a friend. I however, felt in a different way. A diary of my daily life with her. (Warning! ANNOYING AF)
