I look to the ground, as I take a sharp breath in.
Ready to say the words that could mark the beginning of the end. 
My stomach's in knots tied by a thousand butterflies. 
The fear of rejection, coursing through my veins.

"I'm in love with you."
The words come out in one smooth breath.
Waiting for your answer, my stomachs doing flips.
I nervously bite my lip, 
looking into your eyes for a hint of hope.
But your face is emotionless as could be.
"I'm sorry."
and that was it.
I felt my heart drop to the ground,
shattering into a million little pieces.
I'm sorry.
Those two painful words, like an avalanche throwing me over the edge. 
What was I expecting anyways?
At least now I won't spend the rest of my life thinking "what if?"
At least now I know that it's not meant to be, and it never will be.