He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

The biggest fear I have is going up to someone, telling them that I love them and see them take the gift I present them without a word. They keep a straight face and turn around leaving me completely bare and exposed. Please don’t take my love for granted.

The biggest fear I have is going up to someone, telling them that I love them and see them take the gift I present them without a word. They keep a straight face and turn around leaving me completely bare and exposed. Please don’t take my love for granted.

Tiffany Lovell, Staff Writer
April 17, 2015

Tomorrow

We will be in love,

holding each other in a tender embrace

His shirt painted in cigarette smoke

 

Next week

We will be entranced,

looking deeply into each other’s chocolate eyes

losing ourselves in the secrets behind the orbs

 

Next month

We will be infatuated,

questioning  thoughts in our crowded minds

Wanting to understand the little voices in our heads

 

Next year

We will be impassioned,

intertwining bodies of silk

Wishing every second that this isn’t dream

 

Today

I’ll do the impossible,

finally talk to him

Detect if he shares the same devotion