Essay #6
Forbidden
The room feels as though it is too small for the both of us.
In reality, it is a good sized room, but there are too many unresolved
feelings flying around in the atmosphere above us.
There
can be no future with us. It will only end badly, but I don't care
and neither do you.
After a few tense minutes of avoiding
your gaze. I summon up the courage to say:
"I have to go."
Yet, I find that I am unable to move. You are watching
my inner turmoil and your expression conveys a faint amusement over
the
situation.
My hearty resolve is weakening by the moment.
In my estimation, I have about one minute before you
will cross
the room and sweep me into your arms.
The choice should be so
simple but, there are other people's feelings at stake. You take a
step toward me and then the phone rings.
A flash of irritation
clouds your features. I can see that you are weighing the pros and
cons of answering the phone. I choose that exact moment to make my
escape
