It's the end of the world.
"I- I like you . . ." I stutter.
The guy standing in front me looks at me, his eyes full of surprise.
"I have wanted to tell for some time now, but never had the guts to do so," I continue, speaking in such a soft tone, I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't hear me. But he does, I know he does. I can see it in the way he looks at me.
He simply nods, a thoughtful expression on his face. But doesn't have to think about this, and we both know that.
My hands are shaking, palms sweaty. I feel my heart racing and my lungs seem to have shrunk; I can barely breathe.
"I'm sorry," he says then and shakes his head, "but I don't like you that way . . ."
I burst into tears, my entire body now shaking. It slowly turns black in front of my eyes. My lungs stop working.
This is it, this is the end.
YOU ARE READING
Have faith
Poetry"Some words I wrote." • A glance in the mind of a seemingly ordinary girl • •*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~•*~• •Ranked• #1 : Escapril #4 : Poëzie #791: Poemcollection #616: Poesia
