Icy fear encircles
her heart squeezing
and contracting in her
chest, scaring her to death.
That boy, Humphrey,
gave her his number
four days ago. She,
Ally, is itching to call
him but she won't;
she can't.
Because there's a
chance that if she calls him
something might spark
between them igniting
a friendship or... something
more and she can't have that.
Disaster would strike.
She's seen it happen to
friends and family. Watched
them as they tore those they
swore to love a part. Heard
the ugly vulgar words they'd
screamed at those they were
supposed to cherish. Felt the
pain (and self-hatred)
they felt when their lovely's
whole world came crumbling
down.
No, a simple what if,
what could be, what might
happen couldn't happen at
any cost. She and Humphrey
weren't meant to be anything
more than a coffee addict and
a tea enthusiast in the same
little café. Nothing more, nothing
less.
Yes, that was it. No new starts.
No mind boggling relationship to mess
up her schedule. No exceptionally attractive
boy to muddle up her mind. No stolen glances
or chaste kisses on the lips. Everything would remain
as it was: quiet, boy less and without risk(s).
Ally was certain that this was best
for everyone yet she couldn't stop
thinking that she'd made a mistake.
Icy fear encircles
her heart squeezing
and contracting in her
chest, scaring her to death.