When I'm talking to her
My mind distracts me.
My vivid imagination supplying me
With so many words and images.
Could be's...Might have been's
Too many to count.
I can't focus on what she says
Because my mind supplies too much.
Does this make me a bad person?
I decide to ask her out.
I'm shy, so it's a big step
For me at least.
'I really like you.' The words left my mouth.
The internal images shut down.
It's in her hands now. Accept or decline,
The choice is no longer up to me.
Her mouth starts to move.
'Sorry, I'm straight.'
Author notes
Based on option 2: heart break
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Comments
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wow, this blew me right at the end. had me reading waiting on an answer, but never seen that one coming.
That is an art, holding us right to the very end, well done.
But what a closure, maybe friends are there to be had even tho.
well done.
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