“I do not feel the same way about you.” He whispered.
Ever felt your heart break. Well it felt like this: each beat was pain; like someone grabbed your heart from your chest and squeezed hard.
“But Davey…” I started. “Let me….”
“No.” He said.
He stood in front me with his hands on my face. His brown eyes looking at me with pity. Why I fell in love with him is something I would never understand. Maybe it was because of his brown eyes, thick eyebrows, and thin lips but the amazing smile helped (His teeth and those dimples). Or maybe it was the fact that he saw me when no one else did; Me, the chubby dreads girl in the back of the classroom always alone and he chose to be my friend. I wanted to cry but I wasn’t going to show him I was hurt even though my heart was breaking.
“Look Hazel. I know it’s not the answer you want. But at least it’s the truth.” He whispered. “It would be worse if I had lied to you and told you I felt the same when I don’t. Then you would hate me. You will find someone who will tell you those words one day.”
But what about our first kiss last weekend I thought but didn’t dare speak. What about my first kiss? Was it a sham? Was it a joke to him? Was I unattractive to him? Did I do something wrong?
“Are you okay?” He asked.
No. I was being rejected by the “love of my life.”
“Yes.” I answer. “I am okay. Thank you for your honesty.”
He smiled. His dazzling smile that would never be for me. He leaned in and kissed my cheek.
“So I gotta go. I will call you later. Got something I need to do. I am late.” He said cheerfully. “Can I call you in the evening?”
I nod as I watch him pick up his bag and walk away from me. Taking my heart with him. I wish I could ask him to give it back but I can’t.
My first tear drop falls.
This is how the heart truly breaks.
I want to turn around. I really do. But I can’t, because if I do then I go back and kiss all her tears away. I know I will see her crying and that will make me tell her everything. She doesn’t deserve to cry. She doesn’t deserve the life the problems I have in my life either. And it’s all my fault. I just broke her heart and mine at the same time.
Maybe I should have explained everything to her; but there was no guarantee she would understand why I told her I didn’t feel the same when deep down I knew I fell in love with her months ago. I will not turn around. I have made my bed and I will sleep in it.
I feel my phone vibrating and I pick it up knowing who it is before she speaks.
“I know I’m late. I’ll be there. Heading to my car. Be there in 20 minutes.” I say quickly
“Well, make it 15 minutes. I don’t want to be alone. I can’t meet the doctor by myself.”
“I’ll be there. Just wait for me. Stop panicking. Calm down. I’ll be there for you. Besides I am the father.”
“Don’t make me regret keeping it.”
“I made a promise I would stay with you. I will keep my promise.”
“Fine. See you soon then. Bye.”