After the kiss happened, I didn't know what to think. As I made my way home and thought over the events that had happened, I wondered. Did he kiss me because he liked me or did he kiss me because I provoked him into doing so? All I knew that kiss had filled my mind with so chaotic thoughts. The kiss replayed in mind, over and over again. The red bruising of my lips did nothing to help me forget the loss that Brett and I shared. As I kept thinking about it, I came to the conclusion that he only did it to protect his ego, and not to prove his feelings for me. I sighed as I laid in bed that night. Maybe it was a good thing that he only wanted to prove that he was macho, after all he had already rejected me and there was no way that he could possibly like me after all that. It was the best that he didn't like me back, that way he didn't have to handle me and my weirdness. And I didnt have to handle the pain he could possibly cause me. As all these thoughts went through my head, I knew none of them would prevent the journey I would be embarking on with Brett.
YOU ARE READING
The spark between you and me.
Non-FictionShort chapters of a love that never began yet never truly ended. It'll go back and forth but you'll understand.
