She quietly asked herself.
What’s wrong with me? Why am i such a fuck up?
She paces back and forth in her room, wondering.
I’m not good enough, why am i not good enough? Why? Why?
The tears are streaming down her face now, and she can’t keep control.
As I watch this from my next door window, I ask myself why I always tear myself away.
I love her, I know I do. I always have. I always will
This time, no. I’m not waiting anymore. I went to her house.
We were sitting in her room, talking.
I hate myself, I can’t do anything right She said.
I can’t take this anymore. I need to tell her how I feel.
You do everything right. You’re not a fuck up. I said, I love you.
She was silent; Just staring into my eyes.
Oh My God. What did i just say? paced through my mind.
But, in mid thought? In the blink of an eye. I felt her lips run across mine.
I love you too also, is what I heard. A feeling of accomplishment ran across me.
Suddenly, I was happy. All that matters is that I love you. You’re perfect…