I'm scared.
Terror, pure terror.
He knows.

He knows.

He knows how I feel about him.
How his smile is like magic,
How his laughter is like music.
He knows how I feel.

And the feelings aren't mutual.

At this very moment in time,
I'd be perfectly content and happy with disappearing.

****.

Gone.


But I can't.

I must face his funny glances.
I must quiet her flirty laughter.
Must mend my broken heart.