Run it Dry

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ***** To lie with her in a field of grass, to lie there forever and let time pass. To hold her mirrored in my eyes. Neither wanting more. Neither asking why. That was what I wanted. She wasn’t mine, but sometimes, I pretended and wished that she was. I kept creating ideas that she’d slowly and secretly want me and I’d usually forget that it was just all something I had made up. I wanted her. It was obvious. But she didn’t want me, and she wasn’t mine. Obviously. The first two months of my junior highschool life was a blur, but I can confidently say that it was filled with my adoration towards one person. If only I knew how much I’d adore her from a certain distance, I would’ve stopped before it could even start. No matter the issues that had presented itself in front of me, I could only give a damn to her and only her. It seemed like my tiny little world rotated on how I could see her every after class. It’s ridic, I know, but that’s how it seemed to me. One might regret it after some kind of devastating misunderstanding, but I didn’t. Couldn’t make myself do that. Until now, I could never tell why I liked her that much. All I know is that I let myself run. Made myself run after something I obviously knew I could never get. I kept running and running, not knowing when to stop. But that’s for me to uncover as I continue to run for the ending.