***Maya***
"Shit." I said out loud to myself. I never left the park since she did. I couldn't get over what she said. She loved me. I blew it. "Shit." I said again, louder. I loved her, too. I didn't think she liked me...I am so stupid.
Of course she liked me. Damn. I need to talk to her. Not tonight though, but soon. I turned around and made my way home. I didn't walk as fast as I should have. God, what was I thinking? As I walked, I became more and more sober and more conscious of what I did.
The more I thought about it the sadder I got. By the time I got home I was sobbing. My parents were asleep in the living room like they usually are. I quietly went up the stairs to my room and closed my door softly. I stopped crying. I realized I had no right to cry. Erin was completely right. I ruined whatever chance we had for a relationship. I probably ruined the chance of a friendship.
She'd be a fool to take me back. But I wasn't about to let that stop me. Instead of crying about it that night I went to bed.
***Three weeks later (Still Maya)***
I've texted Erin plenty of times. I've called her plenty of times. I even FaceTimed her a lot. I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to see her face, but she denied me every chance she got.
Instead of giving up I went to her house. Her dad and his girlfriend greeted me happily and led me to Erin's room. Whether or not she told them about liking me, I'm not sure, but that didn't matter right now. All that mattered was her. She doesn't even need to like- love me anymore. I just want her to forgive me so we could move past this and rebuild our relationship.
Because to be honest...I love her too.
