Left unsaid

January 30, 2010

“If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have shown up,” he said. “I like talking to you.”

She stammered around for a bit.

“Tell me what you want to say,” he said. “You should be honest.”

I may have found a kindred spirit, she thought. I adore how when we talk I discover unexpected combinations of words, I want to kiss you for days, every time you text message me I smile even if it doesn’t say anything, really.

“I like you a lot,” she said. “I want to see where this goes.”

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