What Are We?

II

They also say that: Some things are better left unsaid

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CHAPTER II

"What is your most memorable experience with him?"

"I can't really decide. Hmmm... there's actually two things that popped into my mind"

"What's the first?"

"First, was when we went to the Nation's University"

"Ohhhh lol. When you went library hopping?"

"Yeah that. It was also the first time I opened up to him. I ended up telling him about my life"

"Okay. Second?"

"That time when we fetched his brother, the one in my poem, remember?"

"Ohhhh that"

I wrote a poem about him around two days ago. I couldn't sleep at that time; I always wrote when I was having difficulties, so I wrote a poem:

You know, I find it hard to be your friend...

I like how you listen and look as I speak,
I appreciate your words of comfort when I'm weak.
I realized: your presence is something I seek,
However, when I'm around you, I can't seem to stay meek😆

I love how you tell me about your troubles,
Ironically, I hate it when you're troubled🙁
I feel invincible when you rely on me😁
I feel vulnerable at the sight of your glee😥

Remember that time we spent together?
When I told you about my late grandfather?
You probably didn't notice but..
The way you looked at me, as I was speaking,
That made me fall.

The way your your eyes looked at me, so intent
The way your lips curled up, just a little bit
The way you tilted your head to look at me,
The fact that I knew, that your attention was on me, fully

I was nearing the end of my story,
When I turned my head to look at you,
You smiled wide and said:
You must really love your grandfather,
I told you that I do, I really do
Then we just gazed into each other's eyes,
Both of us wearing a smile.

You were probably just trying to be a good friend
And let me tell you, you are. You truly are.
However, for a teenage girl who was 16,
To her, it meant everything.

You might not remember, that February 15th
We spent the day together,
We fetched your brother,
We ate at the bakery,
We sat on the side walk,
And we enjoyed the other's company.

Whenever I think of how I fell for you,
I never really had a clue,
Now, I realized, I fell for you on a February 15,

There was no occassion,
No celebration,
Just a simple day, turned into an important one for me.

My heart doesn't flutter when you're around,
But when I think of that time, I get butterflies!

I never wanted to believe that I like you
But after a careful analysis,
I now know that I do.
I still do.

You make me happy.

I fell for you on a February 15.

We were talking when I mentioned that I was going insane. I told Gab that I was thinking about confessing. She immediately said no and rejected the idea.

I said:
"No here me out, I just think that I'd be able to move on if I was properly rejected"

She just stayed silent, still hating the idea

"Then again, I was thinking: what if he reciprocates my feelings? That thought made me realize how crazy I was - because I'd reject him if he did. I don't want to be in a romantic relationship so, yeah"

She still stayed silent, so I continued:

"Either way, nothing would progress between us"

"I thought you didn't want to affect your relationship? Wouldn't that affect your friendship either way?" Gab finally spoke.

"Besides, it would be awkward if he rejects you; It would also be awkward if you reject him. Riiiight?" She continued.

"Well, I guess, but they say: The things that hurt us most are the words we never said"

"Honey, they also say that: Some things are better left unsaid"
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