"He makes me smile, but he also makes me want to cry," she groans. He laughs.
"Now how is that possible? Is he taken or something?"
"Yeah, by me," she chuckles. "I'm just... scared," she admits with a shy laugh.
"What for?" he asks. "He's not gonna hurt you."
"That's what I keep telling myself, but what if he's the same as the rest?"
"You take one look at him and tell me he's the same as the rest."
She lets out a defeated sigh. "Then... how do I tell him?"
He thinks for a moment, then finally smiles. "If the moment is right, you'll just know. Just tell him. Hope he says it back." She laughs nervously.
"Yeah, hope." She looks down and whispers to herself. "God I hope he loves me too."
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Little Things
RomanceThese aren't exactly short stories, but they're a collection of scenarios relating to every day life of someone in need and in love. There won't be regular updates; just whenever something happens that I can write about I will.
