Her

Thursday, March 5, 2009

Concern. He studied her with concern in his eyes. She turned away from
his probing stare. She knew the reason behind his concern, the feeling hidden
in his heart. He had let down his defenses once to prove to her his love. She
simply turned and walked away from it. She had left him, alone and bare, and he
still came to her. Like a puppy that had been struck, he came back to her.

He stared at her; his mind urged him to run. Run the other way. But his
heart and his body betrayed him. She pursed her lips in annoyance. She pushed in
onto the couch and he fell back, gazing up at her. She immediately climbed on
top of him, her lips hungrily attacking his. He caressed her back with his
hand. She pulled back a second and stared into his eyes. She always did it to
see the love in his eyes before she continued.

He knew she loved the attention. That she wanted his unconditional love
with nothing in return. And he loved her; he loved her more than anything. He
loved how she would make him stay up all night to IM her when he lived 5 houses
down from her. He loved how most of the time she was talking to another guy
anyways. He loved how she would say she is hungry and demand that he bring her
food. And he loved how he rushed to bring it to her. He loved how she made him
walk to class when his class was on the other side of campus. He loved how she
would hold his hand but when she saw another guy she would let go of him. He
loved how angry she would get when he didn’t remember something from her
thousands of stories. He loved how she had a new favorite song every week and
he was expected to remember it. He loved how she would send him to get her
something so she could flirt with another guy. He loved how she would hold
hands and kiss other guys playfully just because she could. He loved how she
boasted about her promiscuity and didn’t care how horrible it may sound. He
loved how she laughed although she never laughed for him. He loved how much she
loved her ex. He loved how he always said that he loves her and she would never
say it back. He also loved how she would say “I love you” to everyone but him. He
loved how she didn’t love him back.

She got up and dressed quickly. She grabbed her things and started for
the door. She opened the door and let herself out. He rushed to finish dressing
so he could walk her home. He ran out and caught up with her and she didn’t
even look at him. When they reached her house she left without a single word or
glance in his direction.

She knew he loved her. She thrived for it. She knew she was greatly
flawed so she loved how in his eyes, she was perfection. So, knowing it was
wrong, she continued to slowly break his heart.