the deluded ones [#2]

my

may 31st, 2017

it's only a minute into a new day; it's only a minute past midnight, but i'm shaking. why am i shaking?

your words are echoing in my mind, over and over again. my heart beats uneasily, too quick compared to its normal ability. i can feel its rapid vibrations against my chest as it accompanies my shaking; it is so late now, but i am so awake. you've made my eyes open up by your words, and i wonder if every girl feels this way when an unexpected confession comes their way.

as i shake and try to still my unnatural heartbeats, confusion settles in my mind. how do i feel about this? how do i feel about you? do i feel the same way? should we remain as we are, as you said you'd be alright with if i don't feel the same?

i've never been so caught off guard; i've never felt this kind of surprise before. why won't my heart be still? why can't i stop shaking? why don't i know how i feel?

i've denied it so many times; i never thought it could be a reality, but it is. it really is, and, now that i know, how do i feel?

you like me. you like me. how could this be possible? was everyone right from the start then? was i so oblivious?

my mind is full of confusion; what does life and living mean? what does feeling and knowing mean? can i feel it? do i know it? denial has flooded my mind; i've denied it so many times, but could it really be?

do i like you the way you like me?