It is really hard to watch someone you love walk away from you, without him or her knowing how important and dear he or she is to you.
I am here standing amidst the strong pouring of rain, watching "Coffer", my best friend since Elementary, ride their white van without even noticing my presence.
I am now crying hard as their van's engine roared to life. A few seconds later, their car is no longer visible. I tried to chase it, but I know I was too late, or maybe too slow. I should have not let this happened. Now, there would be no more possiblity that these unsaid words, lurking at the bottom and darkest pit of my heart, will reach his ears. I wish I was brave enough to express the sentiments that I feel towards him.
Now, I wonder what would happen if I did not let my fear overcome me. Will he say that he loves me too? Will that be the beginning of our happy ever after?
I was in the middle of my painful reverie when two warm arms jolted me back to reality. Someone is hugging me, though I can't see his face clearly because of the rain and the fog.
"What do you think you're doing? Huh?"
I did not answer, though I already recognised who owns the soothing, beautiful voice that spoke. It was Crane, and I don't know what he is to my life.
"Do you want me to take you home, Zaye" Crane asked.
"I'll be fine" I replied without any enthusiasm.
I started walking away from him without having a definite path to take,and a certain place to go.
"hey! You'll get sick! You'd better go home, NOW!" Crane shouted with a tone of authority in it.
I heard what he shouted about, but I still ignored him. Why do I have to listen to him anyway?
All my life, I've been listening to the voices of others to the extent that I forgot the fact that I also have to listen to whatever the voice inside me is speaking about. And now, I'm about to live a miserable life that all of those voices that I listened to wants. I must have realized ealier that It is me that should make a decision about my life, for it is me that owns it. I guess it is also too late to point fingers now, for I know there is nothing that I can do about it. Everything is too late. He had already left, without hearing these three words that could possibly change his decision about going somewhere away, and leaving a girl in this little town, who owns nothing but memories and a broken heart.
