Tears

Confession and...?

Tears

Wasn’t I was there when your boyfriend left you? I remembered you asked me why I went to find you. How could I, after hearing your tearful breaths on the phone, not chase after you? That sound wiped away all other thoughts and nothing could stop me from running to your side.

For me, it was never hard finding you. Humans are such creatures of habit. When you searched for comfort, it was always the park where we met. And that day was no exception.

When you ran headlong into my hold, I couldn’t stop my arms wrapping around you and holding you tightly without hurting you. Your heated tears seeped through my shirt and sent shivers of warmth on my cold skin. I embraced you like I had never before, not offering any words in hopes that only my presence was enough to speak my feelings. Slowly, your breaths evened and only a few drops slipped from the stormy eyes.

I think when I finally broke the delicate silence by asking you if you were feeling better, you suddenly realized that I was still there. Jumbled words that bubbled forth from your moth somehow formed apologies. But the instant you looked into my eyes, the other words that you wanted to, could’ve said were lost. I reached one hand from your waist to your face.

“As much as the sun rises above you,” I murmured, lips barely moving, “I will be here with you.” A finger slid across your cheek to wipe away the tears.

Even if it’s only tears, I will wipe them away.

Your lips curled into something like a tentative smile. You buried your nose into my shirt. “I don’t know what I did to deserve this,” your muffled words said, “but I am thankful for it. You are an irreplaceable friend to me.”

But I wasn’t satisfied with that response. “Only a friend?” I continued. I bent down a little and your eyes lifted and locked onto mine again. “Is that all I am to you?”

A blush rose in your tear-stained cheeks as my meaning started to take effect. You shyly adverted your eyes that were still glistening from the tears.

“Look at me,” I whispered. I knew you couldn’t deny the strength in my voice and you slowly met my gaze again. “I like you. Everything about you is special to me. Am I just a friend?”

For a long, unhurried moment, you didn’t answer. Your eyes turned away from mine once again. I still held you, making sure you won’t escape. Then your lips opened and answered my question. “Yes, you are only a friend to me.”

Dazed, I slowly let you go. I felt like I was punched in the stomach when I wasn’t ready for it. Your eyes as stormy as my heart met mine. Instead of tears falling on my face, they slipped down yours. Seeing despair on your face, I wondered briefly, “Was it really what you meant to say?” But, my heart was torn to shreds and the little pieces pierced the walls of my chest like small darts.

Vaguely, I heard you saying, “I’m sorry…I’m so sorry…” More tears rained down. I watched helplessly as you broke down crying again.

After an eternal moment, I reached my hand towards you. Your overflowing eyes faintly shone with surprise. Hesitating a little, you took it and I pulled you into a hold again.

Wiping away the tears with a gentle finger, I murmured, “It was my fault. I shouldn’t have brought it up right after you broke up with your boyfriend. I will wait. So, please don’t cry.”

You nodded and, after one last squeeze, I set you free, except for our entwined hands. “But, I won’t let go of your hand.” I told you reassuringly.

A small smile graced your lips. “I promise not to cry anymore,” you whispered, voice almost lost in the hollow sound of faint wind. I made no motion to indicate that I heard. We continued walk, side by side like we always did. And I continued to hold your hand, never once letting go.

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[Lost in Wonderland]

Thiss had me choking up. Very emotional