🤍 𝐄𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬 (𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙊𝙣𝙚)

What if today’s the day I stop worrying about everyone else? What if I finally have enough courage to tell you the million and one thing I have been dying every day to tell you? Instead of watching on the sidelines the way I do. It’s hard to see you fall for someone that’s not right for you, only for you to get hurt in the end. Why can’t you see that you belong with me?

Brushing the hair strands off my face, I stretched out of bed and swung my legs to the side. Before I could even check my cell phone, I looked out the window and saw you standing so effortlessly. Our windows were directly across from one another since we were little kids. I explicitly recall the time we rode our bikes down to Little Creek with such excitement every day after we would arrive home from a hard day’s work of elementary school.

God, you are so mesmerising.

Blinking away, I waved at you with a gentle smile while you returned the favour. Removing myself away from the window, I quickly changed my clothes. Tonight was the dance that everyone was looking forward to and I had never been to one before. You told me months prior to today that you couldn’t wait to go to this thing. I always thought low of them until you expressed it became one of  your biggest interests; dancing.

Smiling the thought away, I heard my phone instantly ding to inform me you had texted. But my hands were busy with dressing up for the special occasion. Walking over to my nightstand, I read your message about how you had a surprise tonight and that it was going to be big. I couldn’t imagine what that would be. Were you going to ask me to accompany you?

Knowing you well enough, I didn’t think to question. You love to keep your secrets to yourself and I didn’t mind that. Sometimes surprises are good, others could be questionable. But that’s just how life is. It can be fair and  sometimes, it’s completely the opposite. Instead of trying to figure you out, I replied back, “Whatever it is, I’m sure you’re happy for it to happen, am I right?” After I pressed SEND, I saw those three little bubbles appear, informing that you were typing but it quickly faded. Clicking my phone screen off, I threw it gently on my bed, continuing to dress up enough for you. This isn’t my thing, it’s yours. However, I don’t mind doing it because it makes you happy and that’s the only thing that courses through my mind.

Your happiness.

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❝𝙊𝙝, 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚,

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨...

𝙉𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧,

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧...❞

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Checking myself once, twice, thrice in the mirror, I felt satisfied with my wardrobe choice that was meant to appeal you. I wanted to stand out — for you. I wore a black corset vest, trying to think outside the box and stop being an average Joe to you. My hair was raked over the side just how you told me you liked it. I even bought a corsage for you, not even too sure if I was going to make such bold moves on you. How could I? You are so intimidating; it petrifies me to the core.

Shaking my head, I sighed, feeling drubbed on all levels. Reaching towards my phone, I dialed one of my best and trusted friends who understood my situation.

“Sugarplum, I was just about to call you!” Rosemary spoke with ecstatic and excitement. But the moment I sighed heavily on the phone, she instantly knew something was wrong. Without giving me the chance to speak up, she spoke firmly. “I just finished getting ready and I’m on my way. I’ll be there soon and please unlock your front door so I don’t have to kick it down.” I couldn’t help but to curve my lips into a sly smile. Rosemary knew quick remedies to help pull me back to where I was supposed to be.

“Thank you,” I said with such softness in my voice. “I appreciate you more than you know.”

“I know you do.” And with that, she abruptly hung up. She never did tell me “goodbye” on the phone because we both agreed it wasn’t acceptable. When you say that word to someone, it sounds like you will never come back. So we choose not to.

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❝𝙄𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙮, 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚?

𝙃𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨, 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙚...

𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙞𝙚𝙘𝙚𝙨, 𝙨𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙚

𝙃𝙚𝙡𝙡𝙤, 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚...❞

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“Get your sexy ass up from that bed right now before I drag you out.” Rosemary stood in the doorway with her hands crossed over her chest. “If he isn’t going to be your date, you know damn well I am going to be.” I opened my eyes and darted them up at her flawless self. She wore a gorgeous, sleeveless, scarlet dress that was close enough to her body, hair curled, makeup on point to match the colours, and black, strapped heels as the finishing touch.

“Rosie, you look amazing. I just don’t think I can go and do this.” I said as I sat up from my depressive state of moment.

“Save your compliments for someone who really needs them, Honey. I know I look amazing.” She did a hair flip, topping it off with a beautiful smile. Then she finally proceeded with her speech, taking my hands in hers to try and comfort me. “You’ve been waiting to tell this man that you are in love with him for five years, and tonight’s the perfect night to tell him. All of those written and rewritten love letters you saved in your little box of memories hidden under your bed that I'm not really supposed to know about, all of the tears, blood, sweat, and sleepless nights are going to  finally pay off if you would just go to this dance and tell the man how you really feel.” Licking her lips, we both locked eyes with one another for a moment in time. “You know I’m right about this.” Thinking as hard as I was about this, I couldn’t avoid the irrefutable truth.

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❝𝙒𝙖𝙡𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙣,

𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣' 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚...

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜'𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙,

𝘼𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚...❞

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“But what if I mess up or make a mistake?” I asked with such concern. Rosemary smiled and lowered her voice into a sweet whisper. “That’s the best part about being a human. You make mistakes over and over again. Life is nothing but trial and error. Take those leaps of faith when it’s presented to you, for you never know when you have the second chance.”

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❝𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚,

𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙣𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨...

𝙉𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙧,

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙚, 𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚 𝙄 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧...❞

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