help

Nobody likes to feel embarrassed, but I sit here trying not to lift my head to catch a gaze. I can feel you unraveling me, my secrets like marks on my skin, telling of every time I listen in on conversations, every accidental meeting, every time my heart beats a little bit faster when I can feel you looking at me through the corner of my eye. I'm trying not to rush this, to let it play out on its own. My heart creaks and shudders, it's been so long. I can already feel the disappointment pooling at my feet.