I Would
Author: Jillybean
AN: This is my first little original, it ain't based on personal experience! (Yeah, I wish it was though!)
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It's been a year now. And I think I've finally noticed. He's not watching me anymore. He doesn't laugh when he catches me watching him. He talks to others now. He doesn't go out of his way to talk to me.
I miss everything we used to do. I guess 'Good bye' really is the end.
It all started a late winters night. I was walking home from Choir late and he decided that I needed someone to walk with. After all, it was dark. It was cold. That girl had just been kidnapped, he was such a gentleman.
And how we laughed!
We were the perfect two, such friends. So much chemistry between us. I miss that. He used to look at me then guiltily look away when he realised what was happening. But I liked it. We used to spark off of each other. My loud outspoken humour and his quiet, subtle jokes that would make me laugh an hour after he'd said it.
We were so good.
I would do anything to bring back those times. Then again, they led to so much darkness. They led to us shouting across the house that we couldn't stand each other. They led to our petty little arguments turning into blazing rows. They led to terrible things.
Like when I smashed his favourite glass. Like when he walked out of a family dinner.
But oh how we laughed.
Why does everything good come to an end? He's talking about leaving, going to France like he always wanted to do. I think I'll just stay here.
I would have gone with him. I would have done all I could to stay with him. But we went to far, did too much. We couldn't quit while we were ahead.
I would give everything to bring it back.
I would give him my very soul if it would make him realise just how much I miss our laughter.
Yet. We're too old now. Too late. Too young. Too soon. I would give him my world for a glimpse of his. Why did he have to tell me those fatal little words . . .
'I love you.'
Why couldn't I accept it? Love is to scary. Too much, too fast, too soon. And now I've lost it all. I lost my baby and oh baby I would say those words if it would bring him back.
I would love him too.
Author: Jillybean
AN: This is my first little original, it ain't based on personal experience! (Yeah, I wish it was though!)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's been a year now. And I think I've finally noticed. He's not watching me anymore. He doesn't laugh when he catches me watching him. He talks to others now. He doesn't go out of his way to talk to me.
I miss everything we used to do. I guess 'Good bye' really is the end.
It all started a late winters night. I was walking home from Choir late and he decided that I needed someone to walk with. After all, it was dark. It was cold. That girl had just been kidnapped, he was such a gentleman.
And how we laughed!
We were the perfect two, such friends. So much chemistry between us. I miss that. He used to look at me then guiltily look away when he realised what was happening. But I liked it. We used to spark off of each other. My loud outspoken humour and his quiet, subtle jokes that would make me laugh an hour after he'd said it.
We were so good.
I would do anything to bring back those times. Then again, they led to so much darkness. They led to us shouting across the house that we couldn't stand each other. They led to our petty little arguments turning into blazing rows. They led to terrible things.
Like when I smashed his favourite glass. Like when he walked out of a family dinner.
But oh how we laughed.
Why does everything good come to an end? He's talking about leaving, going to France like he always wanted to do. I think I'll just stay here.
I would have gone with him. I would have done all I could to stay with him. But we went to far, did too much. We couldn't quit while we were ahead.
I would give everything to bring it back.
I would give him my very soul if it would make him realise just how much I miss our laughter.
Yet. We're too old now. Too late. Too young. Too soon. I would give him my world for a glimpse of his. Why did he have to tell me those fatal little words . . .
'I love you.'
Why couldn't I accept it? Love is to scary. Too much, too fast, too soon. And now I've lost it all. I lost my baby and oh baby I would say those words if it would bring him back.
I would love him too.