"Can you really be so blind?" I ask.
He laughs as he scrolls mindlessly through his phone, not really paying attention to what I'm saying, he says, "I believe you're the one with glasses."
I want to strangle him, make him choke in the same way my feelings for him constrict me now.
"Hector!" I shout, giving in; too tired or sick of hiding my feelings for so long.
He startles and looks up, his nonchalant smile disappearing when he finally sees the look on my face.
"What's wrong?" he asks.
That's the thing. What is wrong? Can the fact that I love him so deeply be so wrong that he refuses to see it?
This thought reverberates through my mind, my heart, my muscles, my soul. The deep ache in my chest throbs as I absentmindedly knead it with my fist, trying to relieve the pain.
Finally, I ask the question that has been pushing against my skull, so ready to roll off my tongue and spill out of my mouth for the last few days, "Can you really not see just how deeply I am in love with you?"
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RomanceFrom time to time, when I'm so far into my procrastinating that I'm even avoiding writing FNT, I end up on Tumblr for hours (I'm a sucker for high resolution pictures that speak to my heart) Anyway, often when I'm scrolling through Tumblr, I see a p...
