The Question Of A Life Time

I was being asked the question of a lifetime A question of true love and devotion "Is that your final answer" she said impatiently As I sat back wondering if this is what I truly wanted to do I heard myself numbly mumble yes As I see one of my best friends feeling as good as she can I sit there on a chair feeling like I just stabbed myself in the heart She is talking about how much she likes him And how perfect he is. And I feel as though I am going to be sick My heart doesn't deserve to be loved by anyone Especially by a person who is as wonderful as he is As she runs around in joy I sit in my chair looking at the floor in pain When he walks in the room he calls out to me "hey Vicks" And I try my hardest to look happy so he won't know a thing When I don't respond he looks at me with concern clouding his eyes I look up and smile, and wish to die Naturally he smiles back at me And I see his perfect face one more time When I don’t make a sound all during class Someone finally asks me if I'm ok "sure I'm fine, why wouldn't I be" while my friend looks at me with her big brown eyes He is sitting there, not seeming to notice As I walk down the hall, away from him Someone screams out my name "Hey Vicks, wait up" As I turn around I see him running down the hall towards me " I really do like you, no one else, just you" And then I wake up, realizing it was all a dream, Still not sure about one thing Does he really like me…? Written January 6th, 2002 © on Jan 05 2002 04:30 PM PST   0 • 12