She sat away from the other students with a blank sheet of paper and a pen. She had no one to talk to. Not about what was on her mind at that moment. Not even her best friend. So she had decided to do what she always did. Let the words fall as they may.
If I spoke it
Would you hear me out?
Would the truth show its face
Extinguish all your doubts?
Loving you this much
Hurts more than I want to feel
It's this pain that fuels my fear
I can never tell what's real
She began crossing out the words almost as soon as the ink rolled off the metal ball. She cursed herself under her breath, upset that her words always seemed to fall out in rhymes. She took a deep breath and began again.
Dear ,
Even now, it's hard just trying to write your name. We're not supposed to have love figured out yet. We're supposed to be young and carefree. Adventurous. But what if my hand is only meant to be held by your hand? What if you're the one for me and all this time is being wasted because we're "young"? Love gets better with age and I want it to get better with you. I want to have stories to tell our children about US as children. I want to be the last anniversary of your everything. I can't say that we won't be victims of other people's ignorance. I can almost guarantee that we will struggle more than we should. But I promise to protect you whenever times get hard. And the battles that I'm not by your side, I want to be the safe haven that you come home to. I want to be the first to tell you good morning when you awake and the last to say good night when you fall asleep. I want to make plans that we can break together. I will do my best to make you smile more than I do and laugh until your side hurts. I'll bring you flowers just because, open the door to every place you wish to explore, hug you til your heart hurts no more. Your name is in every song I hear, your face is in every peaceful dream, just a touch from you and I forget to breathe. Nothing in this world or beyond it will ever make me deny the fact that I love you. All I ask in return is that you let me.
"Hey. What you writing?" The girl smiled meekly as she looked down at her friend with an unmistakable wistfulness in her eyes.
She'd heard the shuffle of the approaching feet before they had reached her. Recognizing the familiar rhythm of her soulmate's gait, she had already begun to fold the paper in half. As she returned the smile, she felt like she was drowning in sadness. Her lips began to part but shut just as quickly as she shook off the notion of what was on her mind. She ripped the paper in half, stacked the pieces together, and then ripped them in half again.
"Nothing. Just words."