It’s you, and now thinking back, it has always been you.
You are the only person I can tell my deepest fears to, and you don’t even know it. I can imagine you walking into my life and never leaving it but am I too late?
My breath feels weak when I call for you and you don’t even notice, my eyes pierce the souls of others just to get a glimpse of you. Throughout my life you have always been there, a constant. I’m just hoping a part of you feels the same.
I think I’ve loved you my whole life, though I would never tell you. There were parts of me that wanted to but by then there was too much distance. I wish I could go back, go back, and have the courage to try, because now it feels like I don’t have a chance.
I feel unworthy of you now, like time has made me indecent and the parts of me you held onto have somehow lifted.
We’re a funny thing you and I. I seem to push when you pull, when you’re all in, I’m a mile away, and I think you’ve grown old of giving me chances, but I want one final chance.
Now, I’m all in, my only question is, are you?
Sincerely, yours.
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Legion
General FictionA range of different short stories which focuses on love, loss, range and laughter.