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I Want to Tell You
by Phoenix Flower
Well, here we are again. Here you are, not more than five feet away from me. God, you're beautiful. I can't take my eyes off your mahogany hair blowing softly in the breeze, your blue eyes that are so deep and soulful a man could get lost in them, or your hypnotically innocent smile. You speak to me, and it's like hearing angels sing. Everything is so perfect except one thing: you have no idea what I'm feeling. You have no idea that your very presence takes me to heaven but, at the same time, tortures my heart. When you leave, I curse myself for letting another chance to tell you how I feel slip away.
I don't understand. I've faced countless dangers, faced them with courage. So why can't I do this? Why can't I tell you that I love you? I want to tell you, but whenever I try, my mouth goes dry and I chicken out.
Every night, when I go to bed and everything is quiet and peaceful, thoughts of you invade my head. I hold my pillow tightly, imagining that it's you. If only you really were here. Maybe then I could finally tell you that I love you more than life itself. Maybe then I could tell you that all I want to do is hold you in my arms forever, feeling your heart beating so close to mine, feeling your warm breath surround me and sweep me away. I want to hold you, kiss you, feel your gentle arms wrapped around me.
But it's all just a fantasy. And why? Because I'm too damn chicken to confess how I feel. Damn it, why do I have to be such a coward? Everyone thinks I'm so brave, but inside, I'm just a frightened little boy.
As I lie in bed, thinking of you, I feel my shoulders and face tense up. I bring my clenched fist over my mouth to keep quiet. Suddenly, I feel warmth covering my hand and face. I draw my hand away, and I'm surprised to find that it's covered with tears. I can't remember the last time I cried, but within moments, I feel my whole body racked with silent sobs. God, I can't take this. I can't stand being without my beloved Sally.
"I love you, Sally," I whisper. "I love you with all my heart. Why can't I say it to your face?"