"I want you to know I'm smiling," his words still repeat in my head.
It was new. It was exciting.
He didn't tell me everything, but neither did I with him.
We stayed in our bubble of bliss. It was a bubble I wanted, and it was a bubble I miss. I do, I miss him. I know what he said hurt me. I know he was scared; I could hear it in every word of his. I couldn't say anything. I sat there shocked. I sat there as a deer in headlights. Should I have seen it? The night before he was telling me about how excited he was to sleep with the blanket I gave him. Who says those things the day before they leave someone? I didn't ask him to say them. I didn't make him ask me to be his girlfriend.
It was as if every word he ever said was a lie.
How can I see it any other way?
I want you to know those insecurities you had; they were what I wanted. I wanted you to wait to kiss me. I didn't want you to give me a gift. I definitely didn't want us to move. I wanted you to be you. I just wanted you.
I'm sorry you didn't ask first.
**
"I haven't laughed this hard in a while, thank you," his words make me pause and I feel the happiness seep in to place a smile on my face. "I'm glad I could make you laugh," my words barely come out above a whisper, the smile on my face still hasn't left.
**
"I wanted you to kiss me," once my words are out there my heart is beating so fast, I must place my phone down to compose myself. Why would I say that? I'm not someone to want guys to kiss me, but there's something with him. I did. I wanted him to. What's even crazier is that I'm even happier that he didn't. He's like me. He doesn't rush into things, and I think that makes me like him even more. Then his reply comes through, "I should have, I realized a bit too late."
**
"Movie night already got pushed back, so I don't want to cancel on them again," I hear him say. I think about what he's saying, and it finally clicks in my brain. He canceled on movie night to be with me. "I had no idea, you could've told me no," I quickly reply. He counters me shortly after with, "I didn't want to tell you no. I wanted to see you."
He wanted to see me.
He told me lots of things, yet I will never know if he meant them. If he did, why did he question us?
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Once Upon A Thought
Short StoryEver have those moments where you're writing something and loving the story line, then one day you have no inspiration to finish? Well guys that's me on almost everything I write, so here's a book full of my one or so paged stories that I'll probabl...
