Love is war.
At least it is when the guy you like is with someone else.
And the guy I like? He is.
So I'm standing outside his girlfriend's house, even though he's probably in there too. Clutching a megaphone in hand, I yell as the day turns into the night, the sun sets. I wait.
"LOVE IS WAR!" I scream.
His girlfriend opens her window, looks around, and gives me a look, like hands-off-my-boy.
"Let the war begin!" I shriek.
She rolls her eyes.
I yell several more phrases like that until my voice is hoarse and my megaphone breaks.
I scream and shout for a few more minutes until I can't take it anymore. My eyes water up.
No, I'm not crying. MIKU! STOP CRYING! YOU WANT HIM TO LIKE YOU, RIGHT? THEN DON'T SOB. SERIOUSLY! I think.
"I'M NOT CRYING!" I squeak.
She walks over to her window and yells something that I'll prefer not to record.
"I'M NOT CRYING. I LOVE HIM!"
She rolls her eyes and turns her back on me.
The wind blows around and around me, my skirt flapping in the breeze. It's cold. I really should go.
But I can't.
Not until I win.