The text that never got sent

11:11 pm.

Music playing in the background to my suffocating atmosphere that I created by simply thinking too much. The question that I've always dreaded coming just arrived in an message with a winky face and a smile that expects me to tell the truth and see what happens.

But I Know Better, Don't I?

"Who is your crush?"

Mentally walking back and forth, teetering like a seesaw on top a cliff. Adding a grain more of anything else would tilt the balance into chaos. 

click.click.click. 

Y.O.U.

Hovering over the send key my mind keeps on play scenerios where we meet up in school, I expecting to meet my one, only to be slapped in the face, punched in the gut, or kick in my jems.

and so I decide to instead take a screen shot of the text.

THEN. lie.

Backspace....

click. click. click. click. click. click. click. click.

"Oh, no one really has catched my attention."

-.send.-

I've done this a million times. and I'll do it a million more. until I realize that its better to take the chance than never to take it at all . 

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