Author's Note: Um, this is a lame one shot, more like a half shot.. maybe even a one-fourth shot. I wasn't pleased with it AT ALL. However, I was bored, and felt inspired. (The inspiration shall not be discussed..) Anyways, review, not that it's worth a review. Lol. Thanks guyss
I realized it all came down to this, this moment. I don't recall where the courage came from, but it began pouring out of me, flowing freely. I sat patiently, awaiting her arrival. People around me, boarded planes, checked their luggage, read magazines. I secretly wondered if anyone could hear my heart pounding so loud. She stepped out of the terminal, glancing around. I recall now she's not familiar with this area. I stand up, nervous, and walk towards her. She smiles, and for a moment I think my heart stopped beating and my brain ceased function. I became a babbling mess, tripping over my own thoughts way too much to even form words. I opened my mouth, nothing. I smiled nervously, she sensed my awkward tension, and rambled something about, 'Don't be nervous, it's only me.' That's what she never understood, it was her alone that made me so nervous. Her voice that made me tremble. Her smile that made me fall apart at the seams. I was relatively well kept-together on the outside, considering inside I was screaming 'What the fuck were you thinking, bringing her here?' I sighed. Out loud. Oops. She glanced at me, confused, head tilted. – On that note, who actually tilts their head in confusion? Apparently, this girl. I began mentally kicking myself for how unprepared I was for this, considering we had been planning this for months. I realized now, preparation for the actual event, doesn't prepare you in the least for the emotions you're going to feel. She continued looking at me, confused. I smiled, hoping she'd let it go. She never does.
"What's wrong?" She questioned, her expression puzzled.
'You have no idea' I thought to myself. I wanted to tell her everything, but how would I even begin that? I couldn't. I had come too far with her to mess it all up now, by letting emotions get in the way. They were tricky like that; emotions. They like to sneak up and ruin everything. Yet they didn't ruin this at all. No matter how prominent my emotions were, they paled in comparison to her. Her existence in my life, was more important than anything. It all came down to this moment.. to these words.. to this time..
'What's wrong? Well I love you, but it's not so wrong.' What I really wanted to say.
"Nothing." Is what I actually said, topped off with the fakest smile I could muster.
She knew me better than that, but she let it go. So did I.