" I love you." he said.
the anticipation built up in his hopeful eyes. They glimmered- it was a better view than the stars themselves.
He waited. Waited for a couple more seconds. Which quickly turned into minutes.
Why isn't she saying it back?
He noticed how her eyes started to fill up, with opaque tears, her bottom lip quivering slightly.
Did she love me?
She's crying. She's crying. She's crying.
people don't cry when they're in love.
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Unspoken Poetry
Poetry⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️ if any of the tagged things are sensitive to read about or makes you feel uncomfortable, please do not read! I'd hate to be the reason you feel either way.
