What you feel for someone, they have a right to know
At that moment, reality felt better than my dreams, and I didn't want it to end. I wanted to enjoy every single second with her in my arms. I wanted to tell her how I felt, but I didn't know how to even start, and I didn't want to ruin the moment. Then her phone rang, it was her mom calling. She picked up and told me she had to leave because her mom was worried about where she was. As she was walking toward her car, I rushed to her.
"Hey, Sue," I called out. "I don't know what to do with all this love that's running through my veins for you."
I gently held her chin with my finger and leaned in to kiss her.
"I apologize if I'm moving too fast," I said softly. "To be honest, I've never felt this way before. Feeling this way for you and not telling you cuts deeper than anything."
She didn’t say anything. She just got into her car and drove off.
I kept blaming myself for what I did. Maybe I was wrong, or maybe it was something else entirely. It’s not going to be easy, but it’s okay. I know eventually, I’ll have to see her again. She has no idea why I’m so into her, but I feel like the luckiest man in the world for spending even just one day with her.
You love who you love. I tried to hide it, but I don’t want to anymore. I’ve tried countless times to stop dreaming about her, but the harder I try, the harder I fail. The more I push her away in my mind, the more she shows up in my dreams. I've never known a silence more profound than the one she gave me before she left, but I’m ready for whatever comes next. One thing I do know for sure, I love her. I really do. At least now, I know everything I felt was real. I'm not angry that she left without saying a word; I'm just a little confused. Maybe it was for the best.
Walking back to my place never felt longer than it did that night. This feeling inside keeps gnawing at me as I ask myself why she left the way she did. I know I surprised her, and I can't say I'm truly happy about how things turned out because I didn’t get the reaction I had hoped for. But one thing I do know is, I need to see her again.
I got a call from her when I arrived at my place, and she just told me that everything was okay, and she was sorry about what just happened about leaving without saying anything, and that I caught her in surprise. I asked her if we could meet up again, and she told me about the party that she invited me to and it was just around the corner.
She hung up the phone. I like the way she says my name; it leaves me hoping. She has no idea I'm dying for her, and she might either save my life or end it too. My heart can't handle love, but that wasn't stopping me because, ever since I saw her, I knew she was going to be something big in my life. If I know what love is, it's because of her.
When I got to my place, I went straight to bed. It’s funny how the rest of the world doesn’t really matter when you’re in love. I didn’t want to fall asleep because I felt like if I did, the day would end, and all of this would feel like a dream—one I didn’t want to go away. It feels like this love is taking over me, but I don’t mind at all. I wish I could snap my fingers, and she’d be right here next to me in my bed. We’d just stare at each other all night and talk about our feelings.
I tapped my heart three times and told it to just stay calm for me through the whole party coming up at her place. After everything I’ve been through, all the hard times it has given me, I feel like I deserve a day without my heart breaking me down. The party is in three days, and I have to act like I’ve been to parties before. So, for the next two days, I've been focused on the party, making plans for what to do, what not to do, and what to drink.
