Under the moonlight

Flashback (III)

We were a group of three now, and we shared some interests. But things were getting more complicated now, I had another friend, a best friend, she called me -but I cannot allow myself to talk about what has happened to her, and is, still, happening, as well as the boy, that the young soul liked, loved, maybe. I am not ready to do so, yet.

We went to a convention, the three of us, dressing up as creatures from a series we knew. Before that, I knew what I felt already. I gave hints, things she could not miss. I had fallen in love with a young soul, even though I didn't realise who she was, then, at the time.

She was young, you know now, but she had the spirit and the energy of one too, of course. She wanted so much, she was touch starved, she complained about her assigments wilst not completing them, always procrastinating -I can't deny I'm guilty of this, too-, she wanted attention. And it drained me.

She would often tell me how people cost her energy, and how I didn't. She would often hug me. I smiled, but slowly, I started to see it, to feel it. I didn't love her. I couldn't. She took away my energy. Sometimes I cried, at home, alone, where no one would hear me.

Then there was the convention, the comic con, if you will, and I had not messed up yet. I didn't want to, we were with three, and would not ever dare to ruin anything for someone else. We had been looking forward to this since that birthday party, the sleepover.

But alas, a week after this convention, I started to accept myself. The stars were right, I love the stars, I'm a witch, I was me, I was starting to become the person I wanted to be. That also meant she needed to answer my question. My confession of love, which had now been exposed to the outer world for about two weeks.