Category: Prose
Theme: Infatuation
Synopsis: Suppressing your affection for someone is quite a hard thing to do—the more you attempt to bury them, the more they grew each day.
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I sat on the ground and raised my head to feel the gentle heat of the afternoon sun
As I took a deep breath, recollections of moments with you flashed through my mind—
moments that have become memories that I can't seem to forget
"I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to like you."
I grinned and spoke to myself as if I were a fool
I hated it because I couldn't keep myself from wondering—
"will these feelings be reciprocated?"
I constantly asked myself if you'd even bother to accept what I felt for you
But, as a coward—
I was terrified of the idea that one day you would approach me and apologize
for not being able to accept how I felt
I was compelled to bury my emotions like seeds in the ground—
hoping that one day I'd be able to forget you, but dear, they bloomed.
Published by: Heather Pasicolan
Date published: December 6, 2021
Time published: 12:08 pm
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