"Why does it have to be this song?" I mumbled under my breath as the all too familiar melody filled my ears. This song brought back memories-bittersweet memories.
Memories of the moment the band had played it three months ago in the concert hall. To anyone in the room at the time, I would have looked stoic, save for the tear stains on my cheeks. It was then that someone had caught my eye; Peter-one of my best friends.
I had willed myself not to look at him when the song had begun to remind me of what we were and what we could be. I had been afraid...afraid of what I'd see in his eyes if I did. The song had begun to take its full effect, hitting me with full force.
In those brief moments, I had realized how much Peter meant to me. How he could brighten my day with nothing more than one of his beautiful smiles and his witty banter. How I wanted to hold him close and protect him from the world and all its cruelty. How he was beautiful in my eyes, how to me he was as close to perfection as was possible, how I found his quirks and imperfections endearing, and how try as I might, I couldn't get him off of my mind.
I looked down at my lap, a single tear falling on my dress. I wasn't sure why I was crying anymore; whether it was because of the beauty of the song or the fact that the song embodied everything I wished Peter and I could be.
The concert ended and I was on autopilot, my feet moving of their own accord in the direction of the door. I was halted in my tracks when I heard a voice calling me.
"Hey Gwen!" the voice called happily. I turned around to find none other than Peter.
"Hey" I replied as he gave me a hug. It felt like time stopped as he held me, like I belonged there, in his embrace. Before I knew it, I felt his arms leave me.
"That was one wicked concert wasn't it?!" Peter enthused.
"Yeah" I had replied with a smile.
Peter must have noticed the tear stains on my cheeks because his face now held a look of worry. "What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.
"Nothing; the concert just got to me, that's all" I replied- 'I'm only partially lying' I thought to myself.
"Oh" Peter replied, the silence eating me from the inside out. We heard a voice calling out- it was Peter's aunt. "Sorry, I gotta go. Bye" he had said.
"Bye" I had replied, my heart dropping to the pit of my stomach.
I heard the final words of the song beginning to taper off and noticed that I was crying again. I loved him and there was nothing I could do about it. All I could do is hope- hope for a chance to show him what he means to me and pray- pray that he feels the same.