Last Day

3 days left:

Why did I back off?

I know you want me to do it, maybe even more than I do, and yet that doubt continues to sit in my mind, weighing me down like bricks. These bricks do more than slow me down, however. They stop me.


2 days left:

Why did I just hug and leave it at that?

That rejection was a long time ago. I should have forgotten it by now. You did. But still, it nibbles away at my brain, affecting every decision I make around you. Should I speak? What do I say? Should I walk next to you? Should I give you some space? Am I being too needy? Too clingy? Too desperate? All of this over something you probably never even think of.


1 day left:

Why am I still not doing it?

Every time I lean forward, my head takes control of itself and swerves to the left, avoiding your face, avoiding you. I don’t want it to. But it doesn’t listen.


Last day:

Ok, it’s the last day of school. I know there’s a high possibility that I may never see you again. This might be the only opportunity I get. I’ve got to grab it. And for a second, I hold it firmly in my hand.

Why did I let go?