It was a warm night. Ten AM, to be exact. I didn't plan on sleeping that night, because something was bothering me. It was something important, I had to get it off my chest first, before I could do anything. The problem was, I couldn't do it.
I liked her. (Y/n). She was beautiful, smart, and funny. She was everything. I needed to tell her that, but something in me couldn't. I was afraid. What if she didn't like me? What if she was in love with someone else? All of these 'what ifs' were starting to get to me, I can't do it tomorrow, I have to do it now. I thought.
I sat at my desk, staring at the telephone. Overthinking a lot of things.
Screw it. I could die tonight and she wouldn't know how I truly felt about her. I said to myself, the truth burning into my thoughts. I picked up the phone, dialing her digits. I held the phone up to my ear,
"It's ringing." I told myself. Then, she picked up and my heart dropped,
"Hello?" I couldn't drag myself to utter out a word.
"Who is this?" She questioned, but I stayed silent. Then the fear of her hanging up finally got to me,
"Hey. Hi, this is Devo." I stumped.
"Devo? Hey!" The excitement in her voice was clear,
"Devo, how'd you get my number?" She asked. I shrugged, I asked one of her friends, in which I work with.
"I have my ways." I laughed dryly. I could hear her soft laughter over the phone,
"Oh? Alright. Why are you calling me?"
"Um." I swallowed, that same nervous feeling, crept back into my stomach. My heart was beginning to jump. The same bad thoughts swarmed my mind again. Then, that one thought echoed,
You could die and she wouldn't know how you felt.
I began slowly,
"(Y/n) there's something I gotta tell you. We've known each other, for a long time. I think you're real amazing....I like you, a lot. But not in the friendly way, like I have feelings for you." Finally the feeling was gone, but slowly it came back when there was nothing but silence. The pain was real, I was ready.
"Wow. Devo. I didn't know that. But, now that you've said something, I can too. I like you in that way, I really do. I think you're funny and awesome, and I would love to be with you." She says, finally.
That nervous feeling was replaced with a feeling quite happier. A smile spread on my face,
"...Really? You really feel that way about me?"
"Yeah...I have, for a long time now. I just wanted you to say something first." I couldn't blame her. It was hard to say, because the feeling of reject and pain was not comfortable.
