"How much time do I have?"
I don't know, but not very much, it seems.
"Will there still be enough time to..."
Talk to her? Of course. But for what?
"Will I ever find someone like her again?"
...
"I love her, you know."
After all this time. Finally, you chose someone again.
"..."
But you think it would be futile, right?
"I know. She doesn't love me."
She does.
"Yes she does. As a friend. As a brother, at best."
And that saddens you?
"If only she knew that I love her differently."
Have you told her?
"Why would I? Would there even be time for her to think..."
And realize that she can love you too?
"Don't pretend you know things about me."
But I do. And you know it.
"It won't last long. Even if she will love me as I love her. It wouldn't last long."
...
"I'm afraid."
Who wouldn't be?
"I love her."
I know.
by James Miraflor
Sunday, September 30, 2007
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