How I Felt For Him

I see him.

My stomach drops to the floor, my hands start to sweat, my heart beats faster.

He says he was looking for me everywhere. Tiny sparks run up my spin at that, leaving an all too warm feeling behind.

He walks up next to me, hugs me, holds my shaky hand, and smiles.

His smile always seems to get to me. It brims with laughter, yet it's poised to strike. It holds his mystery in place.

We talk.

I text.

It slows down.

Then it stops...

He doesn't hold my hand anymore. He doesn't smile at me like he use to. He doesn't look for me anymore.

A week goes by... then two months... then the year is over.

I see him.

My stomach drops to the floor, my hands start to sweat, my heart beats faster.

I look away from him and keep walking forward.

I'll either shove through this pain and anger he caused me so I can remember those wonderful feelings at the beginning... or I'll let time steal away these emotions ... even the ones I felt for him as his friend.

Only the future can really say how this story ends for me.

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This is the final draft of what I started a few months ago and I'm pretty proud of it to be honest with you! I hope y'all found this to be an interesting read. :)

Thank you for reading!