The last balloon

The story is about a guy who's terribly in love with his best girlfriend. He finally tells her about his feelings and she says yes to go on a valentinesdate with him. But will she ever show up or will she leave him there heartbroken?

This is my contribution for the english competition, so please like or comment if my story is worth it :3

Dette er mit bidrag til engelsk konkurrencen, så vær sød at like eller kommenter, hvis min historie er det værd. :3


3. Coward - Her

I couldn’t do it. I just couldn’t. Everything he had said was just too much to handle. Especially after I had just broken up with my last boyfriend. I actually broke up with him. We were just not meant to be. It didn’t feel right. It never did. Not with any of them. Sure all the breakups were hard but I always knew that everything would be fine again. Mostly they would break up with me. I didn’t know if I just wasn’t their type after all or if they could sense that I wasn’t as engaged in the relationship as they were.
There was just no boy I fully clicked with. I mean, there was one guy. My best friend. Who had just told me that he was in love with me.
When he had confronted me with his feelings it had felt like getting slapped right in the face, and when he left I didn’t know what to do. So I let him go without saying anything.
The next couple of days I used trying to figure out what I felt and didn’t feel. And I came to the conclusion, that I would give us a chance. That he deserved it after all these years. What a selfish jerk I was.

God! I couldn’t stand it. There was so much going on in my head, so many emotions were floating in my body. It felt like I could explode at any moment.

I was actually fully dressed. I had used a lot of time on getting ready. But as the time came I knew that I couldn’t complete this… date.
So now I was sitting here, in my red dress and my carefully done makeup, feeling terrible and alone on Valentine’s Day, and I could only blame myself for that.
And he was waiting for me. Well, he probably wasn’t anymore, but he had been waiting for me and I hadn’t shown up. What kind of friend was I?
I was a coward. A big fat coward who had bailed on my best friend. Nobody would do that. Or they would at least call and make up some bad excuse. But not me. No, I couldn’t even call him. I hated myself.
And I hated him. I hated him for making me realize what a jerk I had been for all these years. I hated him for making me hate myself.
But I couldn’t do it, because what if it would ruin our whole friendship? What if we got together, but then broke up? I didn’t believe that you could stay friends after a breakup. I had tried way too many times to make it work, but it always got awkward and included a lot of awkward silence.
And I couldn’t lose him. No, that would indeed break my heart. He was too important to me. He knew me better than I knew myself. And that just said something about me. 
He was the nicest and sweetest guy I had ever known. Every time I got upset he could always make me laugh. Every time I was sad, he could always make me smile.

What was wrong with me? Why was I letting the only guy, who truly cared about me, slip away? How could I be sitting here, when he most surely was feeling dumped, fooled and idiotic? Why was I looking for the one and only when he obviously had been here the whole time?
Yes I was afraid of losing him, but wasn’t that what was about to happen right now?
I looked at the clock. I was 50 minutes late. But I had to try, I just had to.


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