You saw me and you spread your arms, shouting my name. I watched as you walked towards me, one foot after the other, time seemingly slowing down. I smiled shyly, though my heart was pounding loudly and all I wanted to do was to run into your arms and never come back to the reality of unrequited love.
In the mix of emotions, the one thing I could understand was the fact that a hug would not mean anything to you, yet it would mean the entire world to me. And with that thought in my mind, I wrapped my arms around your body, loosely but securely, for I feared that I would fall once more. I fell anyway, harder and harder.
In those few moments, I feared I would never hold you again.
Now, I wish I held more tightly.
If only I did. If only I whispered in your ear how much I missed you and how I never want to let go of you because you should be mine you should be mine you should always be mine.
If only your friend wasn't with you. If only we were alone together then I could've held you tighter and buried my face into your neck until all I could feel is pure bliss and sorrow for the moment I let go.
If only I didn't pull back first. If only I held you longer and the thoughts consuming me were of happiness and not uncertainty of this moment.
This was the beginning of the end.
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What Could Have Been
Non-FictionThis is a story full of what if's, because all my regrets run in my veins and glue themselves to the walls of my mind. This is a story full of endings that I wish would've been quicker to unravel instead of lingering in the air, waiting for the wors...