I can't stand it anymore. When you love one of your best friends, life can be really hard. I usually am a bit shy. A BIT, ok? That means I can feel A BIT uneasy when I speak in public, that doesn't mean I have to stammer when I talk to her. I may blush A BIT when you pay me a compliment, but I don't blush furiously like a teenager! One moment I feel so at ease that I could tell her my deepest secret, the moment after I feel so silly and ridiculous that I only want to run away and hide in a cave FOREVER. One moment I want to tell her that I love her, then I think "if she loved me, she would have told me", then I curse myself for not telling her and then again, from the beginning. And so on, for years and years and years. In the meanwhile, she grows more beautiful every day, with those blue eyes that can either pierce my very soul or caress me softly, with that brown silky hair I want so badly to touch.
When she wears one of her most beautiful dresses, like the blue one that matches with her eyes, I want to say: -Tonight you are more beautiful than ever-, instead I say "mh- mh- H- hel – hello-" , when she pays a compliment to me I would like to say "thank you" and smile, instead I say "T-t-t-thank y-y-y-you" and I blush. Then I spend the evening with her and I open up and I tell her things I would not admit even to myself, and I joke and she laughs at my jokes, and then she jokes with me… and then I go home and curse myself because I am not good enough for her and because she could never waste her time with someone like me. And sometimes I even cry on my very pillow!
This is not the first time I try to pursue a woman, and I usually succeed, DAMN IT!
I am an IDIOT.
And of course, for this reason Apollo finds me very funny and he says that I'm a "silly boy". But I am not beautiful like him, I'm not perfect like him. He doesn't blush, he doesn't run away, he doesn't stammer, his voice doesn't tremble. I am so skinny that I seem a war survivor, I have messy hair that go where they want, I am a NUISANCE, OK? It's easy to talk when you are MR PERFECTION!
But I can't stand it anymore, I can't go on like this. I'm going to talk to her, hoping that she'll not have my guts after that.
I knocked on Athena's office's door. –Come in!- her melodious voice answered from the inside.
-Oh, hello, Hermes! Come in.- she said with a smile and I complied, uneasy.
-Is there something I can do for you?-
-Athena, I… uhm… need an advice.-
-Tell me.-
-Suppose someone told you he loves you desperately and he can't stay away from you…- I said, blushing furiously.
-Yes?- she prompted me. She seemed to find it entertaining.
-…well, would you… would you kill him or eat him alive or something like that?- my voice now trembled slightly.
She laughed: -Should he be you, I would not. But you aren't talking about yourself, are you?-
-And what… if I am?- I asked shyly.
-In that case, I would say: "you should know that I love you, you silly boy!"- she told me merrily, moving towards me until she was mere inches from me.
-In this case- I said, catching my breath –please, let me.- I kissed her chastely, briefly on the lips, appreciating their softness and her scent filling my nostrils. When I pulled back, she took me by the shoulders and pulled me again towards her: -You are going nowhere.- Aye, Sir- I told her with a soft laugh, before kissing her again.
I am a silly boy. Definitely.