Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write

One

He looked at me, his eyes filled with confusion. I had stopped him as we were walking home. I couldn't handle having this feeling with me anymore.

"What is it?" he asked.

"I-I still like you! A...a lot. And I know you don't like me...that way, but. I just couldn't keep it with me any longer. I know it's stupid," I rambled.

He just looked at me in shock.

"Go on, say something. Laugh for all I care. I know I've ruined any chance of being with you, friends or more," I sniffled.

"I-I didn't know..." he mumbled.

"How?! How did you not know?! I wasn't very good at hiding it before! Nothing has changed!"

I was upset. I had tears running down my face, but I was yelling. I didn't understand why at the moment. How had he not noticed? There was no explanation that I could think of.

"I didn't know, because I was blinded," he continued, "I was blinded with the same thing as you were."

He started chuckling.

"W-what?" now I was the confused one.

"I was surprised that you didn't notice my feelings. Now I realize that it was because you had done the same thing," he smiled at me.

"I-I don't know how to reply to that..." I giggled a bit.

"It's fine. I do."

He leaned in and all my hopes and dreams came true. I was peaceful. I was confused. And I was happy. That's all I had wanted for the longest time.

To be happy for once

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Don't ask. I apologize for this crap. Just had to have somewhere to vent I guess. This is the only way I know how. Why not make it entertaining.

-Bobby