DescriptionThe heart wants what it wants, but it's not quite sure.
|This writing has been rated by 3 members, resulting in a rating of 92.333333333333% overall. Below is a breakdown of these results:|
|Spelling & Grammar:||91.333333333333%|
The man's fingers twitched on the keys of the board. He stared at the computer screen, watching the cursor blink on the chat line. His chest rose and fell calmly, if not a little heavier than usual, but his heart was breaking. The girl was waiting--he would have to reply quickly, sooner than he would have liked. Her last batch of words floated in front of his eyes. You're different now. I like you. I love you. His fingers were waiting for his decision. He wanted to type I love you too. I always have. And, if he did type those words, he wouldn't be lying. The man had met her in school, some four years ago, and he had originally been rejected by her. But he was different now, she said. He had a chance. But what would his girlfriend say? He had been with her for over three years, their time of dating beginning just months after her rejection. He looked at the screen and waited. New words appeared. I'm sorry. Was that too much? I knew it...I fucked it up. God, I was so certain you would like me, too. He so wanted to say that he did like her, that he loved her. But his heart pulled away--to his girlfriend. Could he be in love with them both? Was it possible? If only there was an easier way to decide. Who should he choose? Who would he choose? Who would be his? Who would be his "what if?" The man's fingers twitched on the keys of the board. He stared at the computer screen, watching the cursor blink on the chat line. His chest rose and fell calmly, if not a little heavier than usual, but his heart was breaking.