• Wildflowers Nod

    by  • November 18, 2011 • * Safe for Work *, Confession • 1 Comment

    I can’t say it outloud. I can’t write it anywhere someone might see…

    We cross paths almost every day. I know he isn’t interested in me that way and he never will be, but, it seems as though I am special to him somehow. I know that him seeing me approach makes him happy. His eyes brighten and energy level bobs up. I knows he misses seeing me if, for some reason, our paths don’t cross for a few days. He has made remarks to that effect to me, and others. Somehow, that just makes it worse.

    I am pinned like a bug on display by his good opinion of me. I can’t move. I don’t really want to struggle. I just bleed quietly where the sharp point has pierced my heart.

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    One Response to Wildflowers Nod

    1. Angel
      November 18, 2011 at 12:28 pm

      ” I know that him seeing me approach makes him happy. His eyes brighten and energy level bobs up.”

      Yeah, I have someone like that too.




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