So do I,
My heart spoke true,
Now do I see,
Why he makes my heart beat,
Why he makes me feel free,
Why he lives in my dreams,
Why he can't be yours...

I couldn't meet his eyes, because
I felt your eyes;
Filled with hope—
That I couldn't destroy and still cope,
To be alive.

"Bianca," his voice soothed my worries,
"It's been a year and I've tried to tell you,
How your smile makes me happy,
And how your frown makes me worry."
He clutched my hand;
And held it closer,
Like he'd lose me...
And I held it tighter,
Like I'd lose him,
To you...

"It's been a year that I never left you,
Out of my sight,
To make sure I told you,
At the right time..."

Maybe it was the wrong time,
Regardless, the clocks chime,
They don't stop.
Neither does time.
But you stop,
Everyday—
And I make you move again.

"...To tell you how my heart jump at,
The sight of you,
And only you."

The emotions that banged,
Within my insides,
Roared;
And told me to 'let you go'
I calmed them,
Told them to 'hush'.

I couldn't betray you,
Even for love...

If I weren't your friend,
Who else would I be?

"I love you too," I breathed,
Our faces so close,
Inches to meet.
"But I want to test your love."
The smile that reached his eyes,
Dropped back down.
"Anything for you Bianca,"

Why did he have to love?
Why make my life so hard?
I was lost,
Drowning in a void black hole.

So, so lost

⛰

I didn't know how to carry the story on, or on how Bianca would reply, so I took a deep breath and started typing— for the first time before writing a draft in my notebook.

Bianca is based on my imagination but I give my characters a choice, I let them think for them selves and sometimes, characters make mistakes, and I think Bianca is making one too.

What do you think?

How should Bianca be selfless and and only love, or selfish and still love?

One of the hardest job in the world is to be a friend.