It's all about Her

An unspoken proposal...

As the school year progressed, I was still riding the emotional wave that came with my silent admiration for you.

My friend, observing my hesitance, finally confronted me.

"Look, if you don't make your move soon, someone else will,"

he urged, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and encouragement.

His words echoed in my mind, sparking a determination I hadn't felt before.

I knew I had to act; my feelings for you had grown too strong to ignore.

It was almost the end of the session, and I felt like I was finally ready to step out of the shadows of my unspoken feelings.

I spent countless hours preparing myself for this moment, imagining the perfect scenario where everything would go just right.

I envisioned the look on your face when I finally confessed my feelings, how I would articulate the depth of my admiration and hope that it would resonate with you.

I had mentally rehearsed every detail, convinced that this was my moment, my chance to transform months of silent yearning into a heartfelt proposal.

However, just as I felt I was on the cusp of taking that leap, a rumor began to spread through our class.

The news was that one of our classmates had gathered the courage to propose to you, and you had turned him down.

My heart sank. I had been hoping for a chance, and now it felt like the universe was throwing obstacles in my path.

Oddly enough, a part of me felt a strange sense of relief knowing that you had said no.

Yet, the news also sent a wave of discouragement crashing over me.

If someone else had already taken the plunge and faced rejection, what would that mean for me?

I wrestled with my emotions, feeling happy for myself in a twisted way but simultaneously terrified about my own chances.

What if I followed in his footsteps and received the same response?

The fear of rejection loomed larger than ever, eclipsing my once-clear determination to propose.

I went through a whirlwind of thoughts.

You had said no to him, which meant you were still available, but did that also mean you weren't interested in love at all?

Did you see romance as a distraction, or was I simply misreading every signal?

Each question felt heavier than the last, and I found myself paralyzed by uncertainty.

The days dragged on, and with each passing moment, I felt the window of opportunity slowly closing.

The once-clear resolve I had to confess my feelings began to blur.

I caught glimpses of you in class, and the thought of approaching you made my heart race with both excitement and fear.

Instead of finding the courage to act, I withdrew further into my shell.

I continued to admire you from a distance, cherishing the little interactions we had, yet feeling a gnawing regret for not seizing the moment.

I wanted to tell you how much you meant to me, but the echoes of rejection haunted me, holding me back.

The fear that someone else would steal my chance only compounded my anxiety, creating an unbearable cycle of indecision.

Time felt like it was slipping away, and with it, my chance to truly connect with you.

I wanted so desperately to express my feelings.

Yet every time I thought about proposing, the memory of your refusal to someone else replayed in my mind, leaving me hesitant and unsure.

It became evident that I was at a crossroads.

I could either continue to admire you from afar, accepting the risks that came with my unspoken feelings, or I could muster the courage to take that leap of faith before it was too late.

But for now, I was caught in a web of confusion, longing for the right moment that never seemed to arrive.

And that's how my proposal left unspoken...