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


2. Rejected - Him

Okay, this was it. Everything was ready. The only thing missing was her. But she would be here any minute. Yes, of course she would. Wouldn’t she? She wouldn’t bail on me like that. No, that was impossible.
I looked at my watch. She was only 15 minutes late. No big deal. Girls were always late. She was probably just trying to figure out which shoes to wear. I tried to keep my head positive, but as time went by I started to get nervous. I loosened my tie a little and I felt my palms getting all sweaty and warm. This felt wrong. She was now 45 minutes late and I began to think that maybe she wasn’t coming.
What had gone wrong? Everything had been perfect when I talked to her over the phone this morning. She was so excited for tonight. What had changed her mind?
It was actually a little cold out here and the sun was going down. I had hoped that we were going to watch the sunset together, but that was too late now.
Frustrated I sat down on the bench behind me and thought about her. Her smile, her hair, her eyes, her laugh. Everything about her was amazing and even though we had known each other for over five years I just couldn’t get enough of her. For five years we had been best friends and for five years I had been in love with her.

I was never the type of guy who had a lot of girlfriends all the time, but she indeed was. And every time they broke her heart, I was the shoulder she would cry on. Every damn time. It literally drew me crazy. But I did nothing. I never told her about my feelings, didn’t have the guts. I would just sit there as she told me everything about how much she loved that guy and wanted him back. It was terrible.
But then, one day while listening to her love drama, it clicked. I couldn’t just sit there anymore listening and being understanding.
“Seriously stop it! I can’t do this anymore! I can’t just sit here and pretend that this doesn’t bother me, because it does. It really does.”
She just looked confused at me through her swollen eyes.
“I like you. I mean… I am in love with you, and that I have been all the time we have known each other. I hate seeing you with all those jackasses and I hate even more to see them hurt you all the time.”
I took a deep breathe and continued.
“Because they don’t know what they are missing. They don’t know how amazing you are and none of them deserves you. You need someone who cares about you and would never hurt you like that. And I promise you, I would never hurt you, ever.”
I looked at her, but she couldn’t look me in the eyes.
“You probably need some time to think about this so… I’ll go now.”
She didn’t stop me as I walked out of her house and maybe even out of her life.

 The last couple of days were the most terrifying and nerve wrecking days in my entire life, but I finally got a text from her.
“I’m sorry for everything. Really. I have been so stupid for all this time and I haven’t been able to see what’s right in front of me. You have always been there for me and I have taken you for granted. I’m sorry. We need to talk this through.”
My heart skipped a beat and I wrote something I never thought I would have the guts to write. But then again, I had also told her about how I felt, and that was possibly the worst part.
Yes, we do need to talk. Tomorrow it’s Valentine's Day. Maybe, if you don’t have any plans, we can have dinner and talk about things?
A couple of very long minutes past until she finally answered.
Let’s do that.”
As I read the small words, my whole body felt thousands of pounds lighter. She had said yes, and it was the best feeling in the whole world. It felt like Christmas morning but just even better. 


I was holding five pink balloons. One for every year we had known each other. I let go of one of them. 



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