I can see him deliberating over it…
Kiss the girl? Don’t kiss the girl?
Part of me wants to go ‘don’t be shy, you know you wanna…or you’re gonna miss the girl…’
But I guess maturity wins in the end and he simply reaches out to tuck my hair behind my ear as he whispers…
“You’re not broken.”
I scoff, this time more than a little disappointed as he steps back, away from me. “Yeah, right.”
Coward! A petty part of me yells tauntingly inside my head.
He chuckles, shoving his hands inside his pockets. “I did say you’re not ready to hear it. You wouldn’t acknowledge the truth yet.”
I cross my arms in front of my chest. “How dare you presume to know me well enough to be the judge of that!”
He shrugs. “Maybe you’re right. But then again, you did ask for my thoughts and here they are. It’s
