"I like you."
The guy in front of me just said he likes me. But why did I thought of that person. His face suddenly popped up in my mind and for some reason I felt a pang in my chest.
"Thank you." I replied.
"So, do you like to go out with me?" He asked. He was fidgeting his fingers as he was looking at me. I looked at him as he was looking at me with hopeful eyes.
"No. I'm sorry." I said and walked away, but he held my arm to prevent me from doing so.
"Why? Do you like someone right now?" He asked.
"Yes." I answered as I looked away.
"Really? Are you dating him?"
"No."
"Then, what do you like about him?"
What do I like about him?
First, he has brown curly hair which I love
His lazy eyes are so attractive
His hands are longs and thin
His personality is good
"I like everything about him."
"Does he know that you have feelings for him?" He hesitatingly asked. I looked at him, but he looked away as if he was afraid to look at me.
Does he know?
Hell no
How would he know?
"No."
"Are you planning to confess to him?" He asked again.
His questions are like arrows piercing through my heart. I'm well aware that he won't like me back, but I still love him. Even if I wanted to confess my feelings for him, I can't. I fucking can't and it hurts.
"Hey! Why are you crying?" He wiped the tears in my face and looked worried.
Oh. I teared up again. Thinking about him makes my heart ache. Why did I love someone like him? This person in front of me likes me, why can't I be with him?
"It's nothing. I gotta go." I said and was about to run, but he held my arm again. He's starting to piss me off.
"Let go of my arm."
"Not until you answer my questions." He answered.
"I won't answer your question. Let me go." I tried to remove his hand on my arm, but he was stronger than me so I just gave up.
"Where are you going? Are you going to the guy you like?"
I want to.
But I can't.
"No."
"Why don't you want to go out with me?"
"I just told you I like someo-"
"But seems like you don't have a chance with him. So why don't you choose me instead?"
"I just don't want to. Do I have to have a reason?"
"He's probably dating someone right now which is why you can't confess to him. Is that it?"
He's not in a relationship right now.
He was. In the past.
"Let me go, please."
Sometimes, I think about him whenever I'm in this kind of situation.
He'll run over here and punch this guy's face.
Then, he'll ask if I'm hurt or what.
And then, he'll hug me for making him worry.
But these things won't ever happen.
"Do you even really like someone? Or you're just bluffing so that I'll give up on you? Is he even real?" He continually asked questions and his last question caught me off guard which he noticed.
"Ha! I knew it. He's not real." He arrogantly said as let go of my arm.
"Yeah."
I know he's not real.
You don't have to shove it in my face.
I'm well aware that he isn't real.
But I still love him.
"His name is Taku and he's a fictional character, so you're right, he's not real. But I still love him and you can't do anything about it." I said and was able to walk away from him. He didn't stop me.
I wiped the tears in my face and looked at my phone. My wallpaper is his picture. Damn he's so handsome.
"You made me cry again, but I still love you."
I love everything about him
His hair, his eyes, his nose, his mouth and his hands
Everything about him is perfect
I love him, but he's a fictional character
