Nothing Else Matters
As I sit there I find myself no longer bothered by being blown off. Neela's presence as always was comforting, soothing. Nothing else mattered now. I was sitting on my couch, beer in one hand, a beautiful girl leaning on my arm watching poker how could it get any worse? I knew it could get better...
I glance over at her and a smile creeps onto my features. Can't help but wonder what it would be like to kiss her lips, to feel her kissing me back, to know if she felt for me what I did for her.
She looks over at me and smiles, offering me a cookie from the container. "Cookie? I didn't make these ones..."
"Oooh yes please..." I say with another smile taking a cookie from the container and biting into it, still unable to get her off my mind, as usual. I had always felt for her, almost told her that night with the airplane explosion...I almost lost her...even though she was fine it felt like...I had...I was going to tell her but I chickened out, by the time I regained my courage...Michael was back...
I take a breath. It was time...she had to know.
"Neela I..."
I turn to look at her again...only to see her fast asleep on my shoulder. I sigh and slowly rise from the couch, laying her down slowly, covering her with a blanket from the back of the couch, kissing her softly on the forehead.
I'd tell her...someday she would know...