Mia
The silence was inevitable. We stood facing each other in silence for what felt like forever, though maybe it was just for a minute or two. I glanced out toward the water, seeing how the moon's reflection glistened over it. "Listen, Mia, I,"
I turned toward him at the same time he spoke, "Nate, I," we both apparently wanted to cut the silence at once, speaking in unison, making each another laugh. He turns his body toward me, sighing deeply.
I hate to say it, but I want to be with him. I'm tired of pushing him off and making myself aside for someone else. Then I do something stupid like dating someone else to stop thinking about. It's bad- I know. But I guess I figured dating someone else would take him off my mind. But who am I kidding? The only one being fooled here is me.
"Mia
