Her POV🌷

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I didn't know you existed until your blurry face started to become clear.

It's not that you never existed, it's just that I noticed you too late.

I simply started to realize your existence after that one incident.

When i bumped into you and scratched your wrist and made it bleed.

Of course, I apologised and that's when I realized you were a friend of my friend's crush on whom I had a crush too but which my friend didn't know oblivious to my fear.

You didn't even say okay and just left which led me to hatred.

Moments passed and your friend asked out my friend and they hit it off, which left me an obvious pain but I hid it with a friendly grin because I didn't want hers and my friendship to bend.

I started to see more of you now that our friends were living their romantic dream but did I mention we were still not conversing because of your cold gaze which made me think that your face needed a fist and not that magical gleam.

You started to give me a cold shoulder, I thought it was because I caused you a bruise.

So i kept my distance because I thought you liked it that way, a silent truce.

Who knew after seven years I would meet you again.

At the wedding of our friends that we didn't have a clue would end up because they were each other's muse.

Dressed fine, and hair cut clean. I wondered if you were that same boy who was cold and mean.

Of course, I didn't talk to you like I always do and ignored you because you reminded me of my blues.

Until you walked to me and asked if I was sad.

I was confused and  stared at you like you were mad.

He shrugged and said, "you liked him, didn't you?"

I was shocked and probably a mute because I didn't know you knew.

"It's true but I undid my feelings ages ago, I'm happy for her, that's my genuineness not something I should be explaining to you".

"Hmmm" you replied which was not much of a response for once.

"Gotta go" was about to say until you held on my wrist and kept me from going away.

I stared at your eyes and wondered if they always reflected that way, calm and gentle but in a mysterious pave🌊










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