Hesitation

Wind whipping my hair around my face and strewing across to yours. A playful laugh and a tug on your shirt and you begin to grow red in the cheeks. Smiles come from both of our faces again and we laugh--again only louder and more obvious to those around us. We fight over stupid things. We cry .... for what? We love for one another.

 Our hearts are melded together like they had been sautered at birth. We would feel this growing pain every time we were apart. Tugging at the seams of our sewn together hearts.

 

I pull my hair back into a pony tail and we stop our laughing and get quiet once more. What do we say now?  As I get up to exit the bus you move aside and smile one last goodbye for the weekend. I imagine what it would feel like to embrace you with a kiss. The feel of my skin on yours and I hesitate for a moment at the thought, but you stare at me, waiting for me to exit. Reluctantly, I side-step and walk quickly to the exit, regreting every second of my hesitation. Another day  perhaps? I doubt, honestly that I will ever be able to follow through with the one thing I want to do. To kiss your lips and be at peace.

Author's Note

This is a completely true story of my bus-ride home today lol. What do you think?

Reviews

[sarcastic]

how very interesting

[Drew]

you gotta go for it and make out with this guy haha. this was good though i liked it.

[chaotic katie]

kool i love it the happy feeling is really expressed

[The Water Queen]

I love the beauty of the description. Great write.

[Speakinq Uhpp ,]

That kinda sounded like our friendship except all the kissinq
&* love part ahhaa (;

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

sweet poem. I like the innocent and pure love. Nothing got in the way.
It wasn't watered down at all with unnecessary eye candy.

[Sastina]

Descriptive, perceptive. Good practice for writing fiction is to write about true events. I can see the event, see the longing in your eyes and the hesitation in your heart.