You've pestered. You've begged. You've been a thorn in my side for the past two hours. And you know what? Fine. I'll tell you.
I love you. So much.
Okay?
Why aren't you responding? I know you've read the text, my phone says so. Isn't this what you've waited for? The secret I accidentally hinted at? Maybe it isn't something you thought it would be, but can I at least get some sort of message?
Alright, you're texting back. Thank goodness, I thought you fainted or something. Can you speed it up? The butterflies in my stomach are reproducing at a startling rate. The sweat beads dripping down my face are becoming annoying. I'm shaking really badly. Honestly, I need you to answer.
"Oh."
Oh? Is that what you had me wait five minutes for? Two petty letters and a period? It's too much to take in. I'll respond with sorry and then let you move on with your life. It'll probably be better without me in it.
I throw the phone onto the floor, too upset to care about the shattering sound that fills the air.
I'm running now. No shoes or a jacket. It's the middle of winter. Do you see what you made me do? Shorts and a tank top just aren't enough to keep me warm.
Remember that abandoned bridge we found in the fifth grade? Well, I'm there. It's even more decayed then I recall, and the lake underneath it is green and mossy and disgusting. I don't care though. I remember you once called me stupid here. I'm waking across this broken, dangerous bridge. Yea, I guess I am pretty stupid.
Would it be wrong to say I thought you loved me too? Why else would you remain my best friend for 15 years? Because you pitied me? Thanks. But you could've been honest and left.
We used to date in high school. You asked me out. I was about to say no, but for some reason my mouth disobeyed and replied with the total opposite. That's when my little crush developed. And blossomed. But you dumped me two years later for the popular girl. Why did we choose to remain friends? It would've saved me a lot of trouble.
I start walking towards the middle of the old bridge. Ouch. A splinter. You're good at taking those out. Perhaps we could forget about this mess, forget I ever confessed and you can take the splinter out of my foot.
Wait a second. What was that? If you were here, you would have heard that creaking noise too. There it is again. I try to take a step back to safety, but the bridge gives in before I could even try to run.
Coldness surrounds me, chilling me to the bone. Filthy water spills into my mouth as I try to scream out your name. Scream for help. The water strangles me. No air rushes into my lungs whenever I open my mouth, just more disgusting muck. Remember how I can't swim? I do.
Sorry I left so suddenly. It was an accident, I swear. Maybe it wouldn't have happened if you responded with your second message sooner.
It read "I love you, too."