I thought of her again, the girl I loved. I thought of the way her hair fell over her shoulders, of her smiling face and shining eyes, alight with mischief and intelligence. I thought of her laughter, and I felt a twinge of hurt. It hurt because she can never be mine.
I laid down a plan to tell her how I really felt about her. I thought that this way, if I could get my feelings out in the open, everything would fall into place, that everything would be all right.
So I asked her out. So out we went. Took in some city sights, got lunch, got coffee, played arcade games, talked a lot, had fun. And all the while, my planned confession kept getting pushed to the back of my mind. Finally, on the way home, I thought I could finally be able to say it, and yet, I found myself increasingly unable to speak. Unable to say just a few simple words. Unable to articulate a spiel I had practiced in front of my mirror.
I just couldn’t say it…..
How could I ?.......
To be Continued .....
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