Beneath the rosey colored flesh I radiate on my face, it can tell you my feelings, would it be considered that of anger or more of bashfulness. I feel your icy cold breath on the back of my neck, I can hear your anxiety building up in your throat. It is as if the words constrict you, a croaking sound emerges from the depts of your heart. I act as if I do not hear it. But clearly your diction penetrated deeply through my mangled soul, "I Love You". I wanted to drop to my knees to cry, if he were to love me he would consent me. I would be fearful for him to love me, becasue I am unloveable. I question as to what type of person in their correct mind set would? He would slowly find himself free falling without a parachute, while involved with me. This is all to come he does not know. A month or two passes by... I know that he is thinking this is dull, I am probably no fun to him (but to myself I am, that is beside the point). I feel a quick bristle like movement on my leg, I take a brisk side glance. I see him turn the corner of the house as if to play with my head. I follow him with persuit, there is tension in the atmosphere. If it is positive or negative it seems to be undesireable in my opinion. Perhaps this was his motive all along, he alludes me as if for a kiss. I cannot in return, I feel nothing, why love me, what would I have to offer to you other than a headache, and heartache. I am paralyzed I give in, he looks at me, a cunning sort of smile, then without even the same three words that had gotten me in this mess, he turned the corner and left the way he came. I said nothing, absolutly reverent, silent as if I was a corpse. I felt as though I would have been better off that way. I lost my best friend that day, the love of my life. .......Now ten years from now HE .... tells me I love you on his knees. I finally say yes I (think) I love you too.