I Want Her To Know It Was Me Mga Nobela at Kwento

I just want this day over; in fact, it should have never happened at all. As I look at my bedside, I see the shirt she had worn only but a few hours ago. I softly press it to my face and get lost in the sweet scents of jasmine and vanilla. I take my phone from my pocket, I know she does not want to hear from me, but I am going to message her anyway "I know my number is probably the last one you wish to see, but I think there is something I need to tell you...I think I am falling in love with you."

I would find a way to speak to her because whatever else happens from now on, one thing hasn’t changed. I love her. And I wasn’t going to let her walk away without knowing it.

I close the remaining distance and lower myself onto the steps, but he’s already rising, making to leave. My hand clamps on his shoulder, holding him in place. My hand is trembling so bad, my fingers barely keeping their hold on his black jacket. I want to say something, but I have no idea what, and I’m sure my voice is going to be a wobbly mess. Worst of all, I might break down in the middle of my sentence. I swallow hard, and two words skip past my suddenly dry lips. “It’s me.” I lost her too, I’m hurting too, I feel the pain. I can only imagine what you’re feeling, but I understand and there’s no need to hide from me.

I know it. As I held her in my arms, her chest pressed to my chest, the taste of her still on my tongue, and the strain of my pants definitely not easing in the slightest, I knew it was the right thing to tell her my true feelings. I do love her, it’s as simple as that.

“You should’ve told me.” “I know,” she said softly, her fingers trembling as they rested against my cheek. “I know.” At that moment, I couldn’t tell which of us was breaking more…her for what she’d done, or me for realizing I’d never really known her at all.

“I’ve known since yesterday afternoon.” “WHAAAT?” she shouts. “HOW?! I didn’t even know yet!” “Shhhh….” I try to comfort her, but she pulls away. “How did you know? And WHY, why didn’t you tell me,” she looks hurt, betrayed. I shrugged. “To be honest, I thought you already knew.” She stares at me with her mouth open.

I dropped my phone back into my pocket and paced around my car—trying to get my pulse back under control. This wasn’t how I handled women but she wasn’t like the others. This wasn’t fucking me. But maybe it was now and maybe she made it so. She didn’t just get under my skin, she rewired me. The phone buzzed in my pocket and I yanked it out like an addict. Her: I didn’t know you wanted me to. Seven fucking words. I read them a dozen times. How the fuck could she not know? I wanted her to know. I wanted her to feel it. To ache for me like I was aching for her. To see the monster I was becoming for her.

She noticed my presence and immediately got on her feet, about to walk off. "Hold it right there," I uttered. She froze immediately. She turned around and looked at me with the most terrified face. I walked over to her and looked at her. I sighed. "Did he tell you I know?" I asked. She nodded her head. I sighed. I was expecting that. "You thought I wouldn't? Don't forget that I raised you on my own. I know every single thing about you. I know your weakness and your strength," I said.

Despite knowing that I was the one, she was still startled since she wasn’t expecting it. ‘I am the one. It’s me, Natalie’ I said, showing up in front of her after noticing that she didn’t say anything. ‘How won’t I know you’re the one? Thank goodness you’re back.’ She said, holding myb hands in hers. ‘I’m sorry for putting through what shouldn’t be.’ I apologized, with asad look on my face.

She turned away, heading toward the parking lot. “Lyric, wait!” I stepped in front of her, desperate. “It was true. Was. You knew. It was before you and I…” I waved my hand between us, feeling like a complete asshole. “I don’t even like her, Lyric. She means nothing to me.” Her throat bobbed as she swallowed. Then, slowly, she lifted her phone again. “But I do?” I exhaled sharply, stepping closer. “Yes. Of course, you do.”