Waiting...
She knew that he liked her. He hadn't said anything, but she knew. And she might even like him, if she'd take the time to give him a chance. But she couldn't do that. She was scared. She'd been hurt before, hurt and confused and left alone. And the worst part was that it had been her fault entirely.
She just wasn't strong. Wasn't strong enough to be able to withstand another failed relationship, another set of lies, another broken heart. So she hid. She made up excuses not to go out, made sure that she didn't run into him anywhere.
She was lonely though. And she wanted a boyfriend. A cute, sweet, and caring guy. She wanted someone to hold her, someone to curl up beside in bed. She wanted love. She longed for it. But she was scared. She tended to shrink away from affection, nervous to give it and wary to accept it.
She wanted love, she really did. But she was scared.
She just wasn't strong. Wasn't strong enough to be able to withstand another failed relationship, another set of lies, another broken heart. So she hid. She made up excuses not to go out, made sure that she didn't run into him anywhere.
She was lonely though. And she wanted a boyfriend. A cute, sweet, and caring guy. She wanted someone to hold her, someone to curl up beside in bed. She wanted love. She longed for it. But she was scared. She tended to shrink away from affection, nervous to give it and wary to accept it.
She wanted love, she really did. But she was scared.