Spending days with the person you like, you begin to lose track of time. I wonder if it was true how many days had already gone by. Being with you made me so happy, that it didn't matter how fast time flew. Unlike most people, the more time that flew by, the happier I was. Is that strange?
So many days had passed without me even glancing or sparing a look at my calendar. When I think of those days now, I cry because I feel like I should have made the most of every day spent with you.
I should have voiced out everything I wanted you to know. I should have told you my heart's content whenever you were near. Days passed. Years passed us by,like the autumn breeze. You had your share of lovers and I had mine too, just to pretend I didn't like you. Truth is that whenever you smiled at me or even passed by me, my breath hitches and I can't speak. Im pathetic in your presence. Do you understand what that means? It means that I really liked you.
So now as you kneel beside me on my death bed, you cry harder each time a tear escapes my eye. I wonder why? Is it just because we are friends?
If we are just friends, you don't need to cry so hard.
I trace the ring on your finger. I start to cry ever harder than you. The tears don't stop. They just flow.
It's now or never.
"I lo- "
My heart thumps one last time. There is a beep from the machine beside me. I scream in pain once more before closing my eyes.
I hear your sobs and feel your sorrow.
"I love you." I hear my sentance completed, though the voice who spoke it was not my own.
(a/n: STILL EDITTING BUT BLESS YOU FOR READING PLEASE DO CHECK OUT MY OTHER STORIES <3)
