He gazed back at me.
His eyes steady as he stared into my wild ones. They were like an open book to his soul, filled with unspoken dreams and promises. I was drowning in them and couldn’t convince myself to look away.
Knowing that we almost kissed frightened me. I wasn’t shy or scared of kissing him but the high expectations of him claiming me and treating me like a prisoner.
He doesn’t look like a person who will trample all over my vigilant heart and misuse the little trust I’ve got left in me.
I wanted to knock down the concrete wall with a hammer that was surrounding my heart and scream so loud for him to hear what every person wants to hear.
To be loved and wanted.
I wanted to reach out and touch him, and ignore the feeling of treachery in the morning.
Love is a curse.
T
