Sticks... Again

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I think I broke him

I think I broke him. Not in a bad way, but a good kind of a breakthrough. I told him everything, and he didn't run. I let it all out. The walls broke down and the sun shone through.

"I know that this is new for you. You know that I'm scared. But I'd choose you every time. In every universe, I would pick you. In any alternate reality, book, movie, poem, life, I would choose you. When I look away, it's because I'm smiling like an idiot. When I doubt, it's because I care. I don't know if my eyes light up the way people describe pure joy, but my heart does. I don't know if my laugh rings beauty like in the books, but my heart does. In everything, my heart is all in. Whether we are friends forever or something so much more, I will always be grateful for you. I will always thank God that you are apart of me.

And if a storm comes, I will run for cover, hoping you come chasing after me. We'll get wet in the rain, but eventually we will dry off.

And if a famine comes, I'll go searching for food, looking behind me for your shadow. We'll get hungry, but someday we will find nutrition."

So I'm glad that I broke him. I'm happy that I have finally got everything off my chest; my past, my deepest fear, my hopes and dreams. Now I will just pray that he will handle the heart I have him wisely. 

Heyyy! When I first read the stick I was like... Nooooo, not another sad breakup blahhhhh. So I twisted it. Make sense? Is it okay if some of these are longer, like a short story, a couple thousand words at most? Idk...

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