- I love the way it feels when you touch my hand, don't wanna let you go... -
I love it, whenever he does that. When he touches my hand, when he hugs me and whenever he says my name. It gives me this feeling in my tummy. A feeling that I don't wanna let go of.
I'm Yanna. And I fell in love with my best friend, Kris.
We've known each other for four years. We've been friends for four years, and with that four years, I can't help but fall for him. It wasn't something that I planned on happening. But him being so sweet and caring and everything that a girl would ever want in a guy, I just can't help it. Whenever I'm sad, he's always there to cheer me up, he knows what to do. He understands me and he knows how to handle a girl like me.
I'm standing by the bridge with him. He's talking about something, but I'm too distracted to even listen to what he's saying.
He looks so perfect standing here beside me. How his eyes are so bright, the way the wind moves his hair, and those perfect nose and lips. Damn! This man screams perfection.
He looks at me, and I automatically looked away.
Well, that was close.
I felt my cheeks heating up from being caught staring at him.
"Yanna! Didn't you hear what I said?"
Huh?
What did he say?
"Uhh.. What was it again?" I said while scratching my head.
What?
I can't help it! There's a damn greek god standing right next to me.
"I said, I'm leaving town! I'm moving in with my dad in the city!"
What did he say?
He's what?!
"I... Well... Uhh..." I can't utter to say anything. Nothing.
He's leaving?
But... Why?
"Hey, Yanna. Are you okay?" He said while looking at me.
He's leaving...
"I... uh... Yeah. I... I'm fine."
He hugged me and said. "I'm leaving tonight Yanna."
Tonight...
"But... What about school Kris?" I said. And I hugged him tighter.
He's leaving...
Tonight.
"Mom already fixed everything. They wanted me to study in the City. Can you believe it? I'm moving to the city." He lets go at me.
I looked at him, and I can see how happy he is. How excited he is about this.
I should be happy for him... But I can't.
I haven't even gotten the chance to tell him how I really feel, and now he's leaving.
"Hey... What's wrong, Yanna?" He touches my hand.
I wanted to let go, but he holds it tighter.
"Yanna, what's wrong? Tell me." But I looked away.
Should I tell him?
But can I?
What would he think?
What would he say?
"Yanna..." He touches my chin. "Look at me."
And I did what he asked me to do.
"Wha - What's wrong?"
