I'm that boy.
A boy sat quietly and listened over a conversation between a girl and her good friend.
"It's been a year," the girl said, speaking almost inaudibly to her friend.
Her friend answered with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "Then maybe its time for you to move on."
The girl, unwilling to accept this, cried out in an attempt to gain sympathy, "But I miss what I had!"
Her friend momentarily paused and looked up at the boy who was starring down at them with the absence of a smile and a forlorn look in his eyes. Then she spoke, as if reading his mind, "That's why you have to take the chance when its there."
a long silence followed........the kind of silence that could be cut with a knife. Then the girl climbed onto the boys lap and looked deep into his eyes.
She broke the silence and spoke to the boy, "You look like you're about to cry."
Her friend responded, muttering under her breath, "That's because he is......"
She softly rested her head upon the boy's chest, and he slowly began to drown in his comforting self-destruction. He held her close to him, unconsciously comforting her as his emotions ambiguously teetered between content and distress. And as she sank comfortably into him, he wept without her noticing.
"It's been a year," the girl said, speaking almost inaudibly to her friend.
Her friend answered with a hint of sarcasm in her voice, "Then maybe its time for you to move on."
The girl, unwilling to accept this, cried out in an attempt to gain sympathy, "But I miss what I had!"
Her friend momentarily paused and looked up at the boy who was starring down at them with the absence of a smile and a forlorn look in his eyes. Then she spoke, as if reading his mind, "That's why you have to take the chance when its there."
a long silence followed........the kind of silence that could be cut with a knife. Then the girl climbed onto the boys lap and looked deep into his eyes.
She broke the silence and spoke to the boy, "You look like you're about to cry."
Her friend responded, muttering under her breath, "That's because he is......"
She softly rested her head upon the boy's chest, and he slowly began to drown in his comforting self-destruction. He held her close to him, unconsciously comforting her as his emotions ambiguously teetered between content and distress. And as she sank comfortably into him, he wept without her noticing.