|Picture from an old scrapbook of sketches & poetry|
“Do you love me?”
She raised her head and found his deep brown eyes boring into hers. The corners of her lips quivered. All the turbulent emotions she’d felt through the last six months, how was she supposed to fit them into a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answer. There were just so many things she wanted to tell him.
They had been lovers once, but they fell apart. She had tried her best and now they were friends. She smiled, wondering how to gently tell him every single thought running through her head. She didn’t want to lose him.