The minute that question came out of his mouth she knew she was in trouble, she was being forced to talk about her feelings, and that was about the scariest and cruelest thing you could ever do to her. With a nervous smile on her face she began: “Well I have lots fun with you…you keep me entertained that’s for sure!” … “I really enjoy spending time with you”. And every time she opened her mouth to say something that would hopefully get her out of the hole she was digging herself into, she saw disappointment taking over a bigger portion of his face.
But what she supposed to do? Admit that she was truly happy to have him in her life. That when she closed her eyes at night she could still feel that final kiss of the night, that when she woke up in the morning for a split second she thought of him and that was enough to initiate the first smile of the day. That for the first time in her life she didn’t feel like running, her heart wanted to stick around this time. That she could actually come out hurt this time. So she stopped blabbering for a few seconds and with a sincere and terrified look on her face she said the following: “Let’s just say you’re the good part of my day”
“Fair enough” said the boy as he let out an amused smile and took his girlfriend’s nervous hand.