abyss ✄ short stories;poems

That Night;

I remember the night you told me you loved me.

It was a Sunday, you had Jon Camus drive you to my house at 2:07 in the morning, and you tapped on my dusty window, so light i almost didn't hear it over the tv, but I did. And I opened the window. but I didn't even get to finish asking why you were here before you kissed me hard and started to crawl through, I watched you like I always do because I like seeing your little legs struggle to reach the floor. but when you finally made it through you just sat there on my old stained bed, and watched the floor, waiting for me to sit next to you. I closed the window, shut off the tv and finally sat next you. we stayed like that for while, both of us looking at the floor, wondering what to say. but you finally said, still looking at the ground,

"can I kiss you, like really kiss you."

I looked at you and saw you were now looking at me with longing in your eyes and I said yes. I'm still not positive why I said yes but I did, and as soon as I did you turned to me, grabbed my face ever so softly, moving to my hair and running your fingers though it, and with your green eyes flickering between my eye and my lips, you started moving your lips to mine, when you finally reached my lips seconds later (seconds that felt like days), you nervously put your full lips on my small, flat ones and I could feel everything you did, you didnt have to say a word and I'd know everything you said.

when it was over and our eyes finally fluttered open, I see tears falling like rain drops from your eyes. you turned back straight again. looked at the floor. wiped a tear and said it.

"I love you"

no words. no words came out, I couldn't say anything and I didn't have anything to say for a long time until I finally said,

"I don't love you"