By ForgetMeNot
Date: 29 April 1999
Do Actions Speak Louder Than Words?
Tonight, my best friend came to my dorm room.
We were generally just picking on each other after an
eventful trip to get ice cream in the rain. He went
to thump my nose, and I flinched and blocked my neck.
He figured out that my neck is ticklish, needless to say.
After all these months of wonder...of discussion...after
deciding that we would be "friends" and JUST "friends"....
this definite "no"-ness...he was suddenly spinning me
around on my bed, trying to pry my hands away from my neck
to watch me dissolve in laughter that I could not stop from
bubbling up from deep inside me. He spun me around so that
my back was to his chest, his arms encircling me, holding
me captive. If only he realized how much I would love to
just lean against him, eyes closed, his arms around me,
listening to his heartbeat pounding in my ears, feeling
each breath he takes, deeply breathing in his scent....
If he realized that after he leaves, his scent is left
behind on the throw pillows on my bed--the ones we used
in our pillow war while we watched McGyver reruns....
That scent of shampoo, soap, and a little colonge. But
no...I pull away. I sit up. If only he realized that I
like him as more than a friend...and no matter how many
times I've told him...it never seems to sink in. He says
that he doesn't think of me like "that," but somehow we've
found ourselves in a kiss...holding hands...constantly at
one another's side. He's the first person I call when I
come back from a weekend at home. People in my classes ask
if he's my boyfriend, and I say "no....just a friend." He
says he doesn't think of me like that...but his actions show
otherwise. For all I know, he may think the same things about
me that I think about him. He may settle down to go to sleep
and realize that the faint trail of my perfume is left behind
on his pillow. He says that he lets these things happen...a
kiss...a touch...because he's lonely...or tired...or stressed...
or not feeling well. The excuse of the day. But something
about being with him feels....so....right. I feel like I've
known everything about him forever, but it's really only been
two and a half years.
If only he realized...
DO actions speak louder than words?
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