Our Story Pt.1 Poem by Ysabella Soleil

one ordinary Sunday of May,
turns out to be a special day.
i never imagined that it will happen,
but it was when our story begin.

we started of us friends,
strolling and laughing with great blends.
most of our friends were teasing us,
but i'm still enjoying the friendship as it was.

we've become so close,
we've taken the friendship an overdose.
I've become immune to your presence,
that i even notice just your quick absence.

i started to feel different.
i'm sure the emotion is coherent.
I've felt this way before,
just afraid to feel broken again for sure.

should i confess?
or i'll wait for him to profess?
i'm afraid for myself to admit,
what if, like me, he's still afraid to commit?