SITTING BESIDE THE GUY

I'm sitting beside him again.
HIM.
You know, the guy I love?
Did I just say love?
That's not what I meant.
I'm sitting beside the guy I...
Admire.
Respect.
Like.
Care about... a lot more than I'm supposed to.
Love.
Why do I keep saying that?
Why am I even sitting here anyway?
So I...
Can't stare at him from across the table.
Can't see his smile... the smile that melts me.
No, really... why?
So I can be close to him.
So I can steal a glance at him...
And no one will notice
That I'm sitting beside the guy I...
Love.


CONFESSION

Years,
Struggling,
Hiding,
Fighting against Him,
Against myself.
Forgetting
All that we could have,
All that we felt.
Reconciling,
Returning now,
Isn't this just where we met?
Memories flood back.
The barriers.
The tears.
Confession.