This is a fictional piece.
One shot - unedited.
One shot - unedited.
I'm not quite sure what was going through his head at the time – but when I questioned him afterwards, he wasn't sure either. We met in a simple way, and were no more than faint acquaintances, barely aware of each other's existence for several months before he approached me on his own. He was kind (and still is), eloquent and witty, but whenever I saw him he was quiet, and tended to fade into the background (which, coming from me, is really something).
He was attractive, for sure, and I was rather fond of him… but, in the beginning, I wasn't sure if I could see him in a romantic sense. He was sweet, no doubt about it, but he was hard to approach, and we hadn't really spoken. I had seen him around campus quite often, but seeing as how I barely knew those he hung out with, I was too shy to approach him, and most of the time found myself choking on the simplest "Hello."
Don't you hate that feeling?
When there's something that you're dying to say, but no matter how hard you try, they won't come out?
And then you have to live with the regret from not raising your voice.
I was able to warm up to him, slowly, but surely. We spoke to each other, though briefly, only a few words here and there. Eventually, we didn't have to speak – a simple nod and smile in passing sufficed. Even now, I feel like there's something I really should've said, but what's done is done.
Eventually, he approached me, and spoke those words I will never, ever forget.
It was a nice day. There was a brief rain shower, and we were all drenched from the curtain of rain, but everyone was smiling and laughing and having a good time. It was right before we were released for vacation, and we were all trying to bond with each other as much as possible before we were split apart. We were cracking jokes and poking fun at things that I don't even remember, and he walked into the room with his brilliant timing. I had been driven to the brink of insanity, and was doing something stupid (I've wiped it from my memory).
I used him as my excuse to get out of that place, and selfishly accompanied him to where his father was waiting. We spoke a little, but otherwise made our way in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a nice one… a quiet one. I waited with him for his father, and bid him farewell when he left.
I couldn't help but smile for the rest of the night.
We ran into each other the next day. I was on my way to my next class, and it seemed like he was just wandering around. All in all, I had expected our greeting to be the same as usual – a smile, a wave, and then we'd continue on our way. Instead, he called me over.
"Yes?"
"Hello. I think I'm in love with you."
He was attractive, for sure, and I was rather fond of him… but, in the beginning, I wasn't sure if I could see him in a romantic sense. He was sweet, no doubt about it, but he was hard to approach, and we hadn't really spoken. I had seen him around campus quite often, but seeing as how I barely knew those he hung out with, I was too shy to approach him, and most of the time found myself choking on the simplest "Hello."
Don't you hate that feeling?
When there's something that you're dying to say, but no matter how hard you try, they won't come out?
And then you have to live with the regret from not raising your voice.
I was able to warm up to him, slowly, but surely. We spoke to each other, though briefly, only a few words here and there. Eventually, we didn't have to speak – a simple nod and smile in passing sufficed. Even now, I feel like there's something I really should've said, but what's done is done.
Eventually, he approached me, and spoke those words I will never, ever forget.
It was a nice day. There was a brief rain shower, and we were all drenched from the curtain of rain, but everyone was smiling and laughing and having a good time. It was right before we were released for vacation, and we were all trying to bond with each other as much as possible before we were split apart. We were cracking jokes and poking fun at things that I don't even remember, and he walked into the room with his brilliant timing. I had been driven to the brink of insanity, and was doing something stupid (I've wiped it from my memory).
I used him as my excuse to get out of that place, and selfishly accompanied him to where his father was waiting. We spoke a little, but otherwise made our way in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence, but a nice one… a quiet one. I waited with him for his father, and bid him farewell when he left.
I couldn't help but smile for the rest of the night.
We ran into each other the next day. I was on my way to my next class, and it seemed like he was just wandering around. All in all, I had expected our greeting to be the same as usual – a smile, a wave, and then we'd continue on our way. Instead, he called me over.
"Yes?"
"Hello. I think I'm in love with you."
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