Again, it's about love. Or something that resembles love. Forgive the mistakes if there are any. And please, review :)
"It hurts, you know. To feel for someone who doesn't want to feel."
"I never said I didn't want to feel. I just don't know how I'm supposed to do that."
"That's what you don't understand. This is not something you do. It's something your mind and body tell you."
"Then why do you say I don't want to feel if it's something I have no control over ?"
"Because you refuse to hear what your heart is trying to tell you. You feel, but you don't want to admit it. You can't admit it. Because you're scared, of what it means, of the consequences."
"I'm not afraid of anything."
"That's another lie."
There's a silence. A heavy one. An uncomfortable one. And I remember when things were easy and simple.
"You wouldn't look at me that way if you didn't feel anything. For me, I mean."
"And how do I look at you ?" You ask.
"Like you want me to notice you. To pay attention to you. And yet, every time our eyes meet, you avert your gaze. That tells me something else."
"Yeah. It tells me that if I look into your eyes longer than necessary I will see everything that you're trying to hide from me. There, you're doing it again."
Your eyes are on the ground.
"Now tell me I'm wrong."
You don't look up.
"That's what I thought."
I'm just about to leave the room when I feel your hand around my wrist. When I turn around, I find your eyes looking straight into mine. I shiver. Sometimes I forget how blue they are.
"You're right. I'm afraid. I don't know what to do with my life. I'm lost. I don't know how to love people around me. I can't bring myself to care about family and friends. But I know how you feel about me and somehow, that's what scares me the most. Because I find myself wanting to be near you all the time. I look forward to seeing you. Because I have to fight smiles when I hear your voice. And I don't know what to do with that."
"Because I don't understand how you can even want me. I'm a nobody. I have issues. Not to mention all the things I did that hurt you in the past. Now you tell me : how can you love someone like me ?"
And it's clear that you don't understand. Your grip on my wrist is strong and I gently take your hand away.
"I didn't ask for these feelings either. Love just happens. It gives you no reason, no explanation as to why you feel that way. You just do."
You nod, silently, processing my words.
"Have I lost you ? Am I too late ?"
I think I've never heard your voice so shaky, unsure. It makes me fall for you all over again.
"Has it ever occurred to you that I might be as lost as you are ? That I might be scared as well ? That you're not alone ?"
"What are you saying ?"
"Do you believe in soulmates ?"
Your eyes search mine and I don't blink.
"I don't know. I don't think so. Why ?"
"We are more alike than what you think. You'll never be too late because a part of me will always wait for you. A part of me belongs to you."
"I don't deserve you. You could find so much better than me."
"I don't want anyone else. Trust me, I've tried. But you're all I can think about. You keep trying to push me away but really, you should give yourself a chance."
There's this silence, again, but it's no longer uncomfortable.
"I will." You whisper, almost inaudibly. But I hear it anyway. That's good enough for now.
How was it ? Be honest; I won't be mad if you didn't like it.