In anger I only replied with a glare. Oh, I loved him still. But while he loved me more than the rest he treated me different now. Before he treated me like everyone else. Yet, I was the one he choose, picked me becasue I could make him smile, make him laugh the most. He charmed me and quickly I fell for him. I found it sublime in the begining...now. Now, when we talk, he doesn't want to play around as before. He's more interested in how I think about him. We were friends, going on best friends. I love him, he loved me. Now, I tell him to slow down. I still want to be friends. Why do we have to be lovers if we love each other. I still think like a child. I want to flirt and run away. Yet, that is not how it works. I need someone who wants to tease me, not be with me...just yet.
"Finny", he said his light caramel eyes sad. I looked up at he who brought me away from my thoughts. "Finny, I really don't treat you any different than everyone else. Those are things just on my mind so I tell you. I do that with everyone."
My childish anger rose up but I said, "...ok..."
"Good", he smiled and kissed me gently on the tip of my nose. He passed his strong hand down the back of my aurburn head. Again I only glared, but I glared past him this time not at him. I was still angry and just waiting for my rage to die down. He held me tighter and I could feel how much he did truly love me. It made me sick. I wanted to play, not be love birds.
With this thought he began to tease me. Making fun of me playfully. My anger still ripe I took this as his way of "making things better". I didn't want his playfulness to be forced. Although the whole time I wanted to play along. I wanted to hold him back. Kiss him, love him.
"...ok, whatever..."
He sighed and got up from the couch. He slipped his jacket on and headed for the door. "I'm going to Jack's, I might be back, ok?" Still angry I turned over on the couch away from him and curled up. "...Ok..." he reached for the knob.
My heart broke. Why was I letting jealousy and anger get the best of me? I love him. I shouldn't be treating him like this. We should be holding each other and snuggling.
Quickly I turned back around. "I love you!" But he had already left. You can join Unsolved Mysteries and post your own mysteries or
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