Do You Love Me: a Short Scene by Nashali Torres

Picture from We Heart It 

Wes and I are friends now. I like that he doesn’t see me as the girl who watches her father died. I like that he listens to me, treats me good, doesn’t judge me or make me feel bad about not being perfect. Wes is everything that I always want it.

I hate being perfect, this is who I don’t want to be. It is too much stress being good at everything or trying to be good at everything. But how do I pull away from my old me and make a new me?

Wes, why is he so gorgeous. It’s like breaking the law of human nature. I let out a little laugh and then stop. “ Why are you laughing,” he asked me with a smile on his face looking straight ahead. Then he gave me a side look that made my heart melt. And I just stood looking at him speechless.

Why can’t I tell him how I feel about him, why is it so hard for me to tell him that I love him, that I want to be with him and make it forever. Why is it so hard?

He still looks at me waiting for me to say something. “ Nothing,” I said shaking my head.

“ So tell me, how is life going for you?” I asked,  trying to change the subject.

He looks at me with those bright blue ocean eyes. “ Fine, how about you,” he said

“Everything is going good got a job at GameStop. You know, me and video games” I say

“Why do you look so nervous?” Wes asks, with a little side smile on his face.

   That side smile of his makes my heart melt. It lights up the room like fireflies light up the night I can’t even speak. My nerves got the best of me why do I have to be like this? Why can’t I just say it? I’m such an over thinker. Just loosen up and tell him how you feel don’t overthink it, Macy, just says it.

“Wes I want to talk to you about something,” I say, I can’t even look him in the eyes.

“Ok, what is it?” he asks.

“Do you think I’m likable, you know like girlfriend material?” I ask.

He stops walking, grabs me softly by my arm and turns me around. I stare into his eye and I am shocked by the stare that he gives. Wes eyes just light up even more like little dancing lights. “ Why? You want to be my girlfriend.”

Picture by We Heart It 

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