I don’t know how you feel about me.
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My soul aches. You’ve got my heart on a string and like a pendulum, it has been swinging from extreme to extreme.
Every moment with you puts my heart on edge. Every word has a double meaning, every slight touch gives me hope. The uncertainty is urgent and unbearable, an addictive, exquisite torture. The question, branded on my mind—“Do you love me?”
Some days your name sounds like heaven’s blessing, feels like a thunderstorm after a drought, looks like leaves turning in fall, smells like the sweetest flowers in spring, it makes my heart flutter like the first snow.
Some days, like a curse, your name drips bitterly from my lips. You’ve ensnared me in your rapture, poisoned my mind with hints of affection. You’ve tempted my foolish heart and dragged me under. I’m drowning, but you’re not coming to save me.
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If knowing how you feel means knowing you don’t love me, I’d rather live not knowing.
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