I want something more. I need something more. I want to move onto the next stage of our relationship. This isn't enough for me. Why is he so afraid of commitment? It's not like I'm asking to be his wife. I love him so much. Does he not feel the same...

I think all of this while walking to our secret place. We always go there to hang out. I told him that I wanted to have a picnic on the grass. He called me a dumb ass for wanting to sit on the grass since I have a grass pollen allergy but I just giggled and said I didn't mind. He always said mean things like that. But it's okay because I know he's joking...right?

I told him that I'll take care of everything so he won't have to worry about getting anything. After taking 37 minutes to set everything up, I started to see red bumps. I frowned and took out my baby pink leggings and put them on under my dress. That's better.

I heard someone call my name and turned around to see him. I smiled and I'm sure my eyes sparkled. We sat down and started eating the PB&J sandwiches first. We talked for about an hour before I decided to change the subject on something I find serious.

"So," I managed to say while eating,"I've been thinking."

"Mhm."

"Well, first things first..." I stopped for a bit before continuing,"I like you. A whole lot. I wanna make you mine but that's hard to say. Is this coming off in a cheesy way?"

I looked at the floor. He didn't say anything so I took this as a chance to speak again.

"I love you, okay? And I...u-uh, I just...I was
just wondering if you w-wanted to move on t-to the next stage of our r-relationship."

When I looked up at him, he had a hard expression on his face. I cringed a little bit and got up. I stared at him before running away. That was so embarrassing. He didn't even say anything, I thought to myself while I ran with all my might, tears slowly sliding down my face.