A/N: Loosley based on a poem I wrote of the same name. This is prose poetry, but I am posting it as a one shot, very brief story/thought piece. Tough love...both love eachother-but can't get over their self conscience. Teen stuff. Please review.

Everyday she fakes it. She knows that if she ever let is show that she would break down. She would cry. All her control would fade. All the work she put into being perfect would be revealed as nothing but one big lie. But her little act won’t make it any easier for her. Cause no matter how hard she tries, her heart will always leap when she sees him. And no matter how she tries to disguise it, everyone really can still see her love for him when they look in her eyes. She tries to hide it. She thinks that she does it well. But everyone sees the truth.

He sees the truth too. But he pretends not to notice. He knows it is all too painful. They know all of each other’s secrets. All the good, all the bad. All that they had to go through to last this long. But secretly he has no more courage to give. He sits by the phone night after night. Just wanting to pick it up and dial. He has no idea that she does the same, but she would rather that he called. And he really would rather that she called.

But neither do anything at all. They just wish, just hope that maybe one will gain courage. Neither willing to give it the initiative. Just waiting by the phone, in the dark, all alone. Needing love to give them a second chance because they both messed it up and can’t seem to find all the pieces again.

He got too cold and she got too distant. The circumference widened and they were pulled to opposite shores. No matter, they know that someday they will wind up in one another’s arms. They know cause these feelings are just too strong to hold down for much longer. They give each other time. They give each other space. But who will be the first to cross over the line that they so warily placed?

kara(hate spinnerbait)