Wednesday, 27 February 2013

Unrequited love

I swallow my saliva nervously, and rub my clammy hands against my shirt.

I have decided to talk to you, for the first time this whole year. You have probably never known that I existed, though I have always been conscious of yours. Despite the fact that I sit behind you, you have never once turned around to talk to me, or started a conversation. You only talk to your circle of friends, who sit beside you in every single class you have together.

You should know, the moment I first saw you my heartbeat stopped. It was then that I knew I had fallen in love. I didnt know then whether I should go up to talk to you, but now I regret not doing so. Every day, I would watch you quietly from a distance, and it broke my heart to see you talking to another guy and smiling at whatever it said.

I probably dont have a chance with you, but I've gotta try, dont I?

So now, as I walk up towards you, my heart is thumping against my rib-cage, which feels like is going to give away. My legs feel wobbly as I number every step I take towards you.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

At the sixth step, you look at me and your expression changes to one of disgust. I feel like my whole world is crumbling to bits as you turn away sharply and leave me just standing there.

Forever.

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But then again, this is just unrequited love.

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