"I'm sorry..." he breaths.At that very moment I could feel my heart stop.
No.
Not just that.My whole world stopped spinning.
Almost as if everything froze or perhaps slowed down.It was supposed to be a wake up call.
A slap in the face practically saying,
'pull yourself together and stop being afraid'But how could I?
I should move on.
I should forget.
I should just leave everything as what it is,
a fragment of an everlasting
memory.'pull yourself together'
Yet in order to pull myself together,
I need him.He is someone whom I love so so so much.
To the point he has become apart of me.
A huge part in my heart.'stop being afraid'
Although, here I am.
Scared to death that he will become nothing but a mere dream,
a dream that is about to come to an end
and soon will be forgotten.I'm scared.
I'm really scared.. . .
. . .
. . .
That he won't choose me.