Unrequited

Her eyes were jumping from one stationary object to the next. Chair, pillow, window, wall hanging, the door. She was restless in her pursuit to find anything to distract from our proximity. Her cheeks staining with heat and breath puffing into my space. I didn't want her to find something else to focus on. I wanted her to find my eyes and fall as deep into mine as I desperately wanted to fall into hers. In that moment there wasn't a single thing I would rather be doing than being here with her besides meeting her gaze and than her lips. I burned inside out with the urge to just lean forward the hand full of inches and connect our lips. I wanted to take all she had to give but only if she gave it. I would sooner rather suffocate within her kiss than in this awkward yearning silence. I reached up and to tuck her hair out of her face, she pulled back flinching slightly. Just like that the stagnant moment of her sweet clodding breath making up my atmosphere and her tinted cheeks and pliant rosed lips vanished. Replaced with a blood curdling discomfort, a feeling I instilled. I quickly took up the job of finding anything else to focus on. All the while my head spending out of control I wanted so badly, that I deluded myself into believing she did to. The moment had ended. So had the delusion.

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Emberbrooke

This really hit home for me, the shattering of the delusion that she loved me back will always hurt.

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