This is me, trying to decide what I want from you
Aah. Here we go. As always, a warning comes with it.
I have a one-shot! (Well, it's a one-shot for now.) I probably should've edited it, but whatever. I got the idea for this one night when I couldn't sleep, and so...I wrote it. WARNING: Any connection to real-life people or feelings are purely coincidence. (I have to put stuff like this because people think it's about me, or, worse, them.)
This is really, really crappy and such. Please give me hints/tips/corrections, if you have any. I have a feeling this could be decent if I put some effort into developing some type of storyline. I also realize that something like this is not likely to happen in real life. I know. Just go ahead and fix it anyway. Thanks.
He lies awake for hours, staring at the ceiling. He tries to go to sleep, but it's impossible-he can't stop thinking about her and the mistakes he made. He can't stop crying, can't stop pleading with God to put things right again; can't stop wishing he were hers, and can't stop wondering, "If only...if only." He's restless. He hurts.
It hurts him so much to think about her, and what could have been. Her, and what did happen between them... But then his thoughts stray to every one of those moments, and what he did wrong.
She's standing in his arms, looking at him, looking at him so intently, as if he means the world to her; but he can't hold her gaze. He turns away.
She's kissing him, sweetly, gently. She slows down, and he pulls away, without warning, without reason.
She comes to him in a time of need, but he doesn't know what to do. He stands there, stiffly, while she cries, his arms around her awkwardly.
They're together, holding each other so comfortably. She looks up at him and tells him the three most meaningful words you can say. She tells him that he is her friend, her comforter, her confidant, her caretaker. She tells him that she has chosen him, him above everybody else. Yet all he can do is stare at her, too frozen to utter a reply.
It kills him, literally kills him, to think of all the things he could've changed. He's suffering from the lack of sleep. He can't eat, and he can't think enough to take care of himself.
But this is what she doesn't know...
He looked away to make sure this was real, that he wasn't just dreaming, like so many other times.
He pulled away because he's never done this before, with anyone but her, and he was so insecure.
He didn't take care of her like he should've because he didn't know what to do; he was completely unsure.
He didn't say "I love you," because he was afraid, of feeling, of falling, of getting hurt. But he didn't tell her that he loves her, more than anyone else on this Earth.
He comes back to the present as his eyes overflow. He rubs them until they clear, then glances at the clock. It's early in the morning but, by some instinct, he knows she's not asleep.
As if on cue, his phone rings. He picks it up, and listens to her crying, on the other end. Her voice is the one he heard, but a few hours ago, yet it is precious to him all the same. It breaks his heart to hear her in so much pain.
He listens intently as she stops crying and takes a breath, instilling calm in herself.
"I just called to say....I still love you."
I love you all. Say something?
I have a one-shot! (Well, it's a one-shot for now.) I probably should've edited it, but whatever. I got the idea for this one night when I couldn't sleep, and so...I wrote it. WARNING: Any connection to real-life people or feelings are purely coincidence. (I have to put stuff like this because people think it's about me, or, worse, them.)
This is really, really crappy and such. Please give me hints/tips/corrections, if you have any. I have a feeling this could be decent if I put some effort into developing some type of storyline. I also realize that something like this is not likely to happen in real life. I know. Just go ahead and fix it anyway. Thanks.
He lies awake for hours, staring at the ceiling. He tries to go to sleep, but it's impossible-he can't stop thinking about her and the mistakes he made. He can't stop crying, can't stop pleading with God to put things right again; can't stop wishing he were hers, and can't stop wondering, "If only...if only." He's restless. He hurts.
It hurts him so much to think about her, and what could have been. Her, and what did happen between them... But then his thoughts stray to every one of those moments, and what he did wrong.
She's standing in his arms, looking at him, looking at him so intently, as if he means the world to her; but he can't hold her gaze. He turns away.
She's kissing him, sweetly, gently. She slows down, and he pulls away, without warning, without reason.
She comes to him in a time of need, but he doesn't know what to do. He stands there, stiffly, while she cries, his arms around her awkwardly.
They're together, holding each other so comfortably. She looks up at him and tells him the three most meaningful words you can say. She tells him that he is her friend, her comforter, her confidant, her caretaker. She tells him that she has chosen him, him above everybody else. Yet all he can do is stare at her, too frozen to utter a reply.
It kills him, literally kills him, to think of all the things he could've changed. He's suffering from the lack of sleep. He can't eat, and he can't think enough to take care of himself.
But this is what she doesn't know...
He looked away to make sure this was real, that he wasn't just dreaming, like so many other times.
He pulled away because he's never done this before, with anyone but her, and he was so insecure.
He didn't take care of her like he should've because he didn't know what to do; he was completely unsure.
He didn't say "I love you," because he was afraid, of feeling, of falling, of getting hurt. But he didn't tell her that he loves her, more than anyone else on this Earth.
He comes back to the present as his eyes overflow. He rubs them until they clear, then glances at the clock. It's early in the morning but, by some instinct, he knows she's not asleep.
As if on cue, his phone rings. He picks it up, and listens to her crying, on the other end. Her voice is the one he heard, but a few hours ago, yet it is precious to him all the same. It breaks his heart to hear her in so much pain.
He listens intently as she stops crying and takes a breath, instilling calm in herself.
"I just called to say....I still love you."
I love you all. Say something?