#100-words

You write for her while I write for you. I write the words that I am afraid to say. I write the things that I always wanted to happen, the things which I know that will never happen. I write those 'what if's', as if that would change everything, but no. I write those dramatic thoughts of me, my thoughts about you, about us, to be more specific. Not the precise 'us' that every couples have, but us-- which delineates the complicated status that we have. There's no more expecting and assuming things, but accepting that everything would never work.

               She misses you so much but she’s just afraid to say. She wanted to tell you some things to cheer you up whenever you feel down, but she can’t. She’s tired of getting hurt, really. Yet she never got tired of liking you, of loving you. She once confessed but you didn’t say anything, do you know what she felt that time? She almost tried to distance herself away from you but every time that she tries to do that, you were the one who insists to get closer to her. What’s wrong with you? Can’t you love her too?