I Can Make You Love Me (Short Story)

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I Can Make You Love Me 

 

I can make you love me.

Or in other words, I can destroy you. I can shred every emotional part of you; your feelings, your mind, your thoughts, your heart. I can make you fall in complete love with me. I can influence every part of your life, from when you're about to fall asleep to when you're eating. I can make you love me and I can destroy you.

When you saw me, your heart fluttered, your stomach was filled with butterflies. Your skin tingled where my fingertips had touched, my eyes were your dreams and my smile was your sun. You really liked me. And you wanted to talk to me about your feelings, but your nervousness and fear blocked you from doing so. But I wasn't oblivious. I liked you, too.

I asked you out on a date and you pretended to hesitate. But a nervous yes rushed out of your mouth. I smiled and you were blinded by it's beauty. You grinned in return and I was blinded, too. Then, I reluctantly stated that I have to go, goodbye, but you grabbed my arm. You pulled me into a hug, and I wrapped my arms around you.

The hug was nothing compared to our first kiss and the ones that followed. We went on the date together, full of laughter and growing love. You were cute. You told me I was, too. I laughed at this and all of a sudden, I had an urge to grab your cheek and kiss you. That's exactly what I did.

Our kiss was more than I thought it'd be. The couples I see at school are always kissing quickly, little pecks on the lips before blushing and smiling shyly. They were scared, but we weren't. Our damn faces seemed so attracted to each other that we couldn't even pull away. The kiss was so magical and I wasn't sure if the dying sun was warming me or if it was your hand that was resting on my shoulder.

The warmth was nice, though, and I loved it.

We didn't hesitate to go on more dates, all ending with kisses and cuddles and laughter. We would sometimes argue where to go, what to do and what to eat. The arguments were so stupid, especially compared to our first large one.

I can't even remember what it was about. But it turned out huge, with us both screaming and yelling and crying. I didn't like the way you looked so sad after, when our voices burned out with our energy. A sad frown and tear-tracked cheeks and slumped shoulders. I hated myself so much, seeing you so hurt and sad. I hated myself because it was my fault.

So I hugged you and kissed you and apologised. At first, you simply turned away but then noticed my pain-filled eyes and allowed the both of us to fall onto your bed. I held you close, and you did the same. We stayed there all night, mumbling genuine apologies, letting tired sighs escape our chapped lips, whispering sweet nothings. I held you so tightly, as if I was going to lose you. Although the fight earlier was awful and hurt the both of us, I was glad it happened; it made us become closer.

High-school was over and before we went to college, we both decided to get a place together. We also made the decision of waiting a year before continuing with our education, because we were exhausted, in an emotional sense, about school. Your parents, unlike mine, were not supportive of this decision.

I was there for you after every argument you had with them. I held you. I reassured you. And I was angry with your parents. They didn't see the sad you, the exhaustion in your eyes, the pain. You cried and you were stressed, especially after what your parents have said about you loving me.

So, while you were at your sister's five hundred miles away, I bought some flowers and two stupid baseball tickets. I hate baseball but I knew your dad loved it. I went up to their house and nearly begged your mother to take the flowers - she loved them, I knew it, but she hated me.

Your dad didn't want to admit it, but he liked going to the stupid baseball game with me. On the way there, we had a calm discussion. I convinced him to accept your decisions. Including the one of loving me. I was so happy that I enjoyed myself completely at the game, thinking of you and your loveliness the entire time.

You had no idea I did this until your parents called and apologised. After they told you what I did, you turned to me and looked sad. Very sad and I hated myself, because it was my fault. But before I could grab you and apologize, you told me something I would never dare to forget.

I'm scared because you've changed my life. But I love that you did.

That's when I started to realize that I could destroy you. I already made you love me. And I can wreck every emotional part of you. The thought was depressing and I struggled to push it away. When I held you while we slept, I would send it to the dark corners of my mind. But it would break through the surface like a buoy. While we ate, watched television, drove in the car - the thought was there.

The sad part was that the thought turned into something true, something alive.