I don’t know if it’s the lack of sleep
from last night -- I finally fell asleep shortly after 4:00 AM and had to get
up maybe only 3 hours later (I need to be up early to catch the bus to Sudbury,
which is where my high school is. It takes about an hour to get there) -- but
I’ve been a real wreck today. Made a huge ass of myself, too.
I waited for Sarah in front of her
locker. Skipped a bunch of classes too. Just planted myself there and waited
for her. For hours. I think she’d seen me a few times and purposely avoided
heading down the hallway. But it was in the early afternoon, when the hallway
was busy and I guess she couldn’t see me through the crowd when she approached.
She was startled, I think, to see that
I was still standing there.
She stopped, just a foot in front of me
and stared.
Then she turned, without saying
anything, and started walking away.
“Sarah!” I called out after her, my
voice breaking, tears flowing freely down my face. “Please, don’t ignore me any
longer! Please talk to me! Sarah!”
She just walked away and I sank down on
my knees, my face in my hands and cried.
I didn’t look up again until the
hallways were cleared. I just couldn’t face all the people who’d seen me break
down like that.
Damn Sarah. Why does it hurt to love
her so much?
-- 2 Comments --
Frank - said . . .
Peter
your last statement reminds me of a porno movie I once saw. In the movie, one
hooker asks another, "What is love?" The other hooker replies,
"I can't tell you what love is, but I do know that it hurts." I can't
believe that I can quote a line from a porn movie but yes love hurts.
Franny - said . . .
Peter,
maybe its time to back off of Sarah for a bit?
She's probably getting creeped out. No offense, but I am too. Just trying to help.
