I sit here- waiting. I can't explain the raw despair I feel at this moment. It's eating away at me. I have never felt this way. Yes, I've experienced pain, but not one such as this. I feel pathetic, just sitting here, knowing that what I'm about to do can either make or break me. I know it will break you.
It is now time for me to go. When I arrive at my destination, I see you. Our eyes lock, and I get those wonderful butterflies I have always had. However, I break contact and go about my duties while you do yours. You looked just as bad as I do. Tired eyes. Mine from lack of sleep. Yours from endless crying. This just makes it so much harder for me.
Times ticks away. The feelings gets worse. I feel like crying but I can't. When I go outside, you're already there. We walk out together in silence.
Silence.
I tell you... that it has to end, for I don't want to lead you on. I no longer feel the same. You are much too good for me and I have never been with someone as amazing as you. I am forever thankful for that. However this is not the end. You and I will forever talk, be friends until we die.
You nod. You say you understand. A sad smile displayed upon your face. I can't help myself. I grab your hips and pull you close to me. Our lips connect. None of us want to let go, but we do.
Here I sit. I want to scream:
I don't want it to end! I want so much more. You have no idea what I feel for you. Granted yes, you are too good for me and yet you still want me. My perfect girl.
