Published by: April Despi
Date Published: March 11, 2023
Time Published: 3:59 pm
Category: Prose
Theme: Hidden feelings
A confession:
You were there, sitting like a dream. Just so near, yet too far to reach. Out of touch, off-limits. Oh, how I wished that you would be here beside me. But it was so ambitious of me to keep someone like you. I loved you, but I couldn’t just love you enough until I wither away. I loved you and I hated that I do. Because right now, I was bleeding and I knew that you couldn’t come to my rescue. I was hurting and I knew that you couldn’t heal these painful wounds. I was screaming, but you were too occupied to listen. I was here, but you were just too blind to notice.
If only you knew how much I adored you. If only you knew how much my eyes would sparkle in delight just by staring at you from afar. If only you noticed how my eyes would search for you everywhere as soon as I arrived, you would know that I like you.
A rose. You were like a rose I wouldn't bother to hold even after knowing how much your thorns would hurt. But if only I knew that it would hurt this bad, I'd rather walk past you and search for another one. But I couldn't. And I would not.
It was such a pain that I needed to manage on my own, but it was more than bliss just by staring at you. Who would've known that a single glimpse at you would make me all better?
How silly of me. I fell in love with you, knowing well enough that for you, I was just a stranger. A random girl you see in the crowd, looking at you the whole time with love in her eyes; pin and needles in her heart. A girl with bleeding eyes, holding a broken piece of shattered heart, still with a sweet smile.
I immediately closed my journal after writing. I checked the time and shoot! It was almost six p.m! I hurriedly ran towards the bus station. It was such a relief that I came just in time for the last bus. I was about to get my wallet inside the bag when I realized that it was open.
My valuables were still there. I checked my wallet, phone and papers, and they were all safe and sound. I sighed in relief but not until I realized that there was one missing item inside my bag. My journal!
"Are you going in or not?" the driver asked me.
"I-I…Yea—"
"Yes." A guy behind me cut me off and paid for two.
Wait what?! Did he just pay for my fare?
"I don't accept 'thank you'. Also, I believe this is yours," he said and handed me my journal.
My eyes sparkled and I was relieved to have my journal back. I was about to thank him but he just said that he doesn't accept 'thank yous' so, I just smiled at him enough to show my gratitude towards him.
"How can I pay you back then? It'll be ungrateful of me to just—you know." I just hope he wouldn't ask for a large sum of money or expensive stuff. I was just a student!
"Confess that confession to him. Confessions are made to be confessed. Not to be kept as a secret. Sorry for invading your privacy."
My eyes widened in shock.
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