Texting, he says "I have something to tell you in 4 years" Confusion hitting me at my core. 'Why 4 years?' Begging him to tell me, he finally gives in. At first, he tells me that he is of like in someone else. Knowing that he did, I asked of him, "Are you sure that is all you wanted to tell me?" Hearing one my favorite songs start up on my phone made me realize that he, himself was calling me. Though answering hesitantly, he explains.
He tells of another thing that was quite obvious, yet flattering. "I like you" is all I hear after, drowning out the rest of what was said. Yet another thought flashes through my mind. 'Why didn't he tell me sooner? Why hasn't he asked me out?' All my questions were soon silenced.
"I only want us to be friends," I hear, "I don't want to date you because I don't want our friendship to be ruined. You are one of the only people who are literally my friend and are there for me with and through anything and pays attentions to me when I need it," These words. They were all I needed. Yet I still craved more. I still craved him. I craved for him to be mine. Yet I knew I couldn't have him.
"I understand, but you wouldn't ruin the friendship. The only person to break us up would be you. Even then, you must realize my last boyfriend called me multiple names. Did I care? No. I was still civil even though he backstabbed me. So even if you decide to do so. Nothing bad would happen," I say in the hopes of him understanding. Glad that he has finally seen me. The me that has liked him since day one. The me that was lead on many times by him until now. The me that has always cared. The me who has struggled at times. The me who has been broken for far too long.
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Short Poetic Stories
PoetryThese stories are completely random depending on my mood of what I want to write. Most I believe are going to be written closer to a poem than anything. I am not expecting people to read these, but if anyone does know that I appreciate it - There ma...
