"I need to tell you something that's been bothering me."
I say in complete defeat.
"What, pray tell, could it be?" He smiles.
"Are you in love with me?"
I look away
and i get up to leave
because i'm tired of his games.
"How I feel isn't a joke, nor one of your matriarcal aims"
"I know it's not." His eyes are sad.
"But I have a confession to make...
all this time i've loved you so much i thought my heart would break."
"I don't believe you." I say with doubt.
But my words do not convince.
The idea of someone loving one as flawed as me makes me wince.
He looks at me in disbelief, with sadness and demise.
"You can't even accept love, when it's right before your eyes."
A tear rolls down my cheek. "I guess that is true."
I sigh."Or maybe I don't deserve someone as perfect as you."
