Music playing in the background to my suffocating atmosphere that I created by simply thinking too much. The question that I've always dreaded coming just arrived in an message with a winky face and a smile that expects me to tell the truth and see what happens.
But I Know Better, Don't I?
"Who is your crush?"
Mentally walking back and forth, teetering like a seesaw on top a cliff. Adding a grain more of anything else would tilt the balance into chaos.
Hovering over the send key my mind keeps on play scenerios where we meet up in school, I expecting to meet my one, only to be slapped in the face, punched in the gut, or kick in my jems.
and so I decide to instead take a screen shot of the text.
click. click. click. click. click. click. click. click.
"Oh, no one really has catched my attention."
I've done this a million times. and I'll do it a million more. until I realize that its better to take the chance than never to take it at all .