My Heart

My Heart

Lauren walked to school. She had made up her mind. She was going to tell him, finally.

She had kept her feelings bottled up inside her, and now she was finally going to tell him how she felt about him.

He was always there, smiling at her and though he seemed not to notice the "special" attention he got from her, she always felt her heart flutter whenever she saw him.

Her heart began to race as she walked to where he stood. He seemed cold today; not as of physically, but in his mood. Her heart began to speed up and she felt light. Her palms were sweaty and she felt happy, contented, and safe.

"Michael? I—I have something to tell you."

He turned to look at her.

"I—I love you." Her heart seemed to lift more; her head began to spin as she smiled at this guy she so loved.

"Don’t even bother," came the cold reply, "I love Maria."