I don't know how it happened, why it happened, or how it happened. Don't bother asking, no matter who it is to bring it up, I can never answer them. I don't even know myself.
All I truly know about my situation is that I fell for him, Hard.
He had changed. It wasn't a dramatic, 'oh my gosh, where the hell did he go?' type of change, it was gradual, a build up of sorts.
As the saying goes, actions speak louder then words. We didn't talk much. We barely spoke at all. But it was so clear that something was happening, but I didn't know what.
That was the thing, I didn't know anything. Gove me a book and text book questions and I could recite paragraphs upon paragraphs, but give me a 'person' question and I start to resemble a constipated fish.
I don't know what to say to you when I see you, looking so good I can hear my heart falter.
I don't know what to do when you catch me by the arm as I slip. Your grip like the hand of God on contact with my skin.
I don't know why you made my breath catch in my throat with just a single meaningless glance.
It wasn't really anything, this thing between us, but it didn't stop it from hurting when you walked away from me that night.
I had only wanted you to hold me and tell me everything was okay. Honestly, I didn't even expect that from you. All I wanted was for you to look at me, look at me and really see me.
Not the person you have made yourself see, not the person I've been hiding behind, the fake mask I wear to fool the world. Just me.
But you don't. you see my tear streaked face and you walk away. I should have expected It really. I mean, what am I to you but another face in the crowd.
I don't know what I'm meant to do anymore.
I took a chance.
I don't know what made me do it, but here I am. I've put my heart on the line for you now. Don't hurt it, it's all I really have left.
I knew if I waited long enough I could eventually get you on your own. It didn't take long. You prefer solitude these days. We have more in common then you think.
You walked past the lake, your reflection not showing you the way you should be seen. You were more then just a face. I was more then just a face. Look at me and really see me.
I let my legs take over, throwing all caution to the wind, I strode towards you. I waited for rejection, surely it would come. But you just stood there. Looking at me. But are you seeing me?
I threw my arms around you and placed my head in the crook of your neck. It surprised me how well I fit into you, though it shouldn't have. We were always meant to be together.
It felt right. Standing with you, inhaling your smell, just being there.
We didn't speak. We didn't need to. You raised your hand, hesitantly, and stroked me hair. Letting me know, with out words, that you wanted me.
But now I need to hear you say it. Because I just don't know.
A/N-
Well…That was weird. Not the direction I was going to take it, but oh well. Please review! You guys have been great!
