Poetry of Life ✔

The Time

I stepped onto the bus nervously, knowing it was time.

Time for the truth.

Time for the reality.

Time for the confession.

My friends told me it was too soon or just not the right time.

The first issue was it has only been two months since my break up.

The second one was another boy likes me,

But nothing was going to stop me from doing what my heart told me to do.

I had to leave you with a memorable impression of me.

I had to leave you with something that would not just be "that girl I used to know,"

But something more special.

I knew it was wrong to keep this from my admirer but you were leaving me.

I knew I care for me, even if you did like someone else.

If you did not, then you would not have told me your crush or your best friend's secrets.

I whispered into your ear, "I need to tell you something."

My stomach twisted into a dozen knots.

We stepped off the bus, moving to the side.

I was really doing this.

I had to say it because this planning would have been all a waste.

I looked at him in the eye and told him those three memorable words:

"I like you."