The Story

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic


About a guy that writes a story for a girl he likes...

Submitted: July 30, 2018

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“The Story”

 

It took

everything he

had

to show her

a piece of

his work

one he had

poured

himself into

wanting to show

her

a side of his

that had more

of a Kodachrome

look to it

then the ones

she usually sees,

he never let

anyone

see his work

a personal side

he kept to

himself

protected from

both family

and friends

but he was

looking for an

angle

trying to say

he liked her

without

having to use

those words,

he knew that

he was

way past like

when it came

to her

his feelings

too intense

for him to

try and deny

but he couldn’t

write

what his heart

wanted to say

too strong of

a statement

to weakly

prop up with

some poorly

written lines,

but he wanted

to share

something

from deep

inside

of himself

with her

a cowardly

way

to approach

her

and say that

she

was more than

just special to

him,

he clumsily

disguised

his characters

an awkward

young man

trying to get

the slightest

amount

of attention

from an

outwardly

charismatic girl

who owned the

world

but even with

all the words

he had at

his disposal

each sentence

he wrote

remained the

same

as the one

before it

“I Like You”

“I Like You”

“I Like You”

followed by

repeating

paragraphs of

“Notice Me”

“Notice Me”

“Notice Me”

all coming

together

with a very

predictable

ending

with the girl

who owned the

world

saying

“I Like You Too”

thirteen hundred

words

to say what

he could have

done

in twenty,

he handed her

his work

in a sealed

envelope

with instructions

not to read

till she got

home

written on

on the side,

he wondered if

her face

let out a smile

as she came

to understand

the hidden

meaning

twisted throughout

his words,

he had tricked

himself

into believing

she would

read through his

story

and get an

innocent

moment

of pleasure

from it

but when he

nervously

approached her

on yesterday’s

tomorrow

he saw nothing

in her eyes

as she talked

about her dog

and a long

past

winter day,

fighting back

the urge

to make her

say

she gave his

work

some of her

personal time

he

patiently waited

for a comment

that never came

a moment

that never

happened

then traded it

all back to

her

for a limp

smile

as she turned

around

and left,

he stood there

in silence

as he begun

to dismantle

the story

he wrote

her

breaking down

each word

till he was

surrounded by

piles of letters,

standing alone

with the

emptiness

they left in

his head…

 

Tom Allen…07-07-2018…

 


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