Learning To Let Go

Do You Believe In Magic?

I drummed my fingers along the side of the bench, occasionally checking the time. It was already 8:10, where the hell was Jacob? Suddenly, the door flew open and he walked in, his hair messed up.

“Sorry! I fell asleep while waiting for Garreth to get out of the shower,” he said, panting slightly. “No problem, “I replied, moving over to make space for him on the bench next to me. He plonked himself down next to me and looked around the room.

“So,” I said, after a few moments of silence. “This is for...?” He grinned at me and replied, “To find out who you like.” I sighed and said, “Telling you won’t benefit me, would it? So why should I tell you?” He laughed and said, “Because I would help you be with that guy.” I hesitated to reply him. I looked into his grey orbs and realized that he really meant what he said. But how could I tell him who I loved, when the one I loved was him? He saw my hesitation and said gently, “I promise not to tell anyone, Isabella.” I looked back up into his eyes and wondered whether I should indeed tell him. I stood up and walked towards the fountain. I knelt down and let some of the crystal clear water slip through my fingers. I heard him get up to follow me and I stood up and turned around to face him.

“I guess I could tell you,” I said slowly. He smiled and said softly, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” I felt butterflies dancing in my stomach at our closeness. I have crushed on him for three years, and this was the side of him I lived the most, His soft, caring side. I plucked one of my favourite purple flowers and said, “Well, I’ve loved him for three years, but I’ve never dared to tell him that though. Should I?” He considered what I said and replied, “Three years is a long time to love someone, so it’s definitely more than a crush. I think you should tell him, at least let him know.” “Really?” I asked, just to make sure. He nodded and asked again, “So, you gonna tell me who it is?”

My heart hammered in my chest as I closed my eyes. If I told him, things could turn out three ways. He could either just want to remain friends, blow me off totally or be okay with the two of us. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I had a feeling it would be the second option.

“Isabella?” he said, looking at me, concern plastered on his face. I looked up into his eyes, noticing that among the grey, there were flecks of the brightest blue. “You wanna know who I love?” I asked him, not breaking eye contact.

He nodded, and I stepped forward closing the distance between us. “I love you,” I said softly, before kissing him.