You Can Tell Me
The song was over too quickly, and when it was we didn't pull away.
"I like that song," he whispered into my ear. "It reminds me of you."
I looked into his eyes and kissed him deeply. I started thinking about going home again, even though I didn't want to.
We moved onto my bed and he looked down on me. My lips were trembling. I was trying not to cry.
"Why are you trembling," he asked me, running his finger over my lips gently.
"I don't know," I lied, my voice shaking. I hated how one minute I was happy and the next I wanted to cry.
"You can tell me. If you don't want to go further I understand. I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to."
He was so concerned and so sweet and it just made me want to cry even more.
"That's not it," I said.
"Then what," he asked? "Really you can tell me."
Before I could say anything else I was crying. Bawling. I cried and cried and I couldn't stop. And I hated myself for it.
"Shhh," he said soothingly. "Don't cry," he said. He held me in his arms running his hand through my hair, and just let me cry.
When I finally got control of myself I looked at him.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he whispered, kissing my away my tears.
"I do want to tell you. I just...can't."
"It's alright. I understand." Even though I knew he didn't. I didn't even really understand it. All I knew was that I cared about Chris and I didn't want to leave him.
The song was over too quickly, and when it was we didn't pull away.
"I like that song," he whispered into my ear. "It reminds me of you."
I looked into his eyes and kissed him deeply. I started thinking about going home again, even though I didn't want to.
We moved onto my bed and he looked down on me. My lips were trembling. I was trying not to cry.
"Why are you trembling," he asked me, running his finger over my lips gently.
"I don't know," I lied, my voice shaking. I hated how one minute I was happy and the next I wanted to cry.
"You can tell me. If you don't want to go further I understand. I don't want to pressure you into doing anything you don't want to."
He was so concerned and so sweet and it just made me want to cry even more.
"That's not it," I said.
"Then what," he asked? "Really you can tell me."
Before I could say anything else I was crying. Bawling. I cried and cried and I couldn't stop. And I hated myself for it.
"Shhh," he said soothingly. "Don't cry," he said. He held me in his arms running his hand through my hair, and just let me cry.
When I finally got control of myself I looked at him.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," he whispered, kissing my away my tears.
"I do want to tell you. I just...can't."
"It's alright. I understand." Even though I knew he didn't. I didn't even really understand it. All I knew was that I cared about Chris and I didn't want to leave him.