august
hudson, ny
-
her
it's two o'clock
in the morning.
our contracts are almost
up and so is the
summer.
finally we're alone,
sitting in the office staring
into each other's eyes.
"can i ask you something?"
you asked me.
i smiled,
"go for it."
you bit your lip,
likely from nerves.
"what would you say if
someone was stupid
and said something
like i love you?"
you asked.
"here?"
i asked and he nodded.
"it depends on the person."
you nodded, looking away.
i raised an eyebrow.
"what if it was me
who said something
stupid like
i love you?"
you asked.
my heart stopped in that
moment.
"i would...well...
i'd say it back."
i answered.
"i-i'm sorry, this is too much
and it's too late to do this,"
you said.
"no, it's not,"
i said.
"we're leaving in 3 days,"
you reminded me.
"then we have 3 days to
figure out the rest of this,"
i smiled and you did too.
YOU ARE READING
how to heal
Short Storya short story / set of poetry about healing and letting time mend you that is based upon real events but not entirely true (:
