"I love you," She whispers, "but I don't think you feel the same. Do you?"
There is long silence, and he appears to be thinking about it.
"I am sure," she says, her tone carefully measured so it doesn't crack, "I'm sure that if you have to think about it, you don't. so I believe we're both wasting our time here."
She turns to leave.
"Wait," he says, his voices hoarse.
"Maybe I could love you eventually. Maybe we could be happy."
She looks back at him, shaking her head.
"I can't live my life on maybe, and you shouldn't either."
The door closes quietly behind her.
- Excerpts of a book I will never write #273 // storiesiwillneverwrite
YOU ARE READING
for him. ✔
RandomFor all the boys I've been called 'Him.' These are poems and quotes from my fave writer to represent my feelings. For you.
