Confessions-2

  What the hell is she thinking? That I’ll let her go after giving my soul to her? After telling her how I feel, does she really think it’s easy to confess how I feel for her all these years? Sometimes she’s just so dumb.

  “Aren’t you going to ask about the email?”

  She shakes her head, and that’s when her tears roll down her cheeks.

  Jesus! “Don’t cry, please?” I beg as I wipe her tears.

  “Am I always like this? I always ended up broken? I never get what I wanted.” She pauses, sniffs, and plays with her fingers while looking down at her hands on her lap.

  Shit! She’s killing me.

  “I never get your attention since we’re kids. I always wanted to draw and paint, but when you left, I stopped because I thought what was the point when my only inspiration was gone too. I also wanted to prove to myself that I could solve numbers without you.”

  I stand still at what she’s revealing in front of me.