"Oh, come on! Show it to me already. I am dying to read what you have been writing in that notebook of yours for years now," my best friends says.
I hesitate at her request, it's not like this is the first time she is asking me to show her my notebook. It's just that, lately I have been wanting to share my thoughts with someone and the poems I write in this notebook express the things going on in my head perfectly.
"Okay," I drawl still unsure of my descision.
"Wait what?" She exclaims genuinely surprised at my response,"You are actually going to let me read it. I thought this day would never come,"she squeals and snatches the notebook from me, flipping it to a random page.
I observe her expression as her eyes trace the lines and that's when i realise what a grave mistake i have made.
Her expression changes from excitement to confusion and then to worry and concern and she looks up at me, questioning me with her silent eyes.
"Is this true, do you actually feel this way?" She asks fear amd worry lacing her voice, each fighting the other for dominance.
After a moment of silence, i finally answer,
"Ofcourse not. It's just poetic exaggeration,you know," I try to chuckle although my throat feels dry and I am afraid my voice is going to crack.
But it does the work, and relief washes over her face.
"Ah, thankgod, for a second there i was really scared," she laughs and wipes the imaginary sweat off her forehead.
I am left looking at her, with a smile on my face that doesn't quite reach my eyes.

A/n:
Dedicated to a person who I hope never reads this because if she ever does i will have ALOT of questions to answer.
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