late night texts( i shouldn't
have sent that
); they lead to
mid-afternoon confusion.

with every message she sends
she wonders if he'll see the
carefully hidden secret she'll
never tell him -

i love you. take me back?

(but the boy's never been good
at reading between her lines:
so she forces a smile and says
i'm happy for you two.)


AN: hmm. been a while. how be you all?