Harris’ Point of View
I let out a sigh as I stare at the reigning night. The moon is almost revealing itself behind the blanket of midnight shade. Stars are starting to pierce through to brag its brilliance. The cold breeze is whistling all over the silent land. This seems to be a perfect night to feel bliss. However, my heart seems to be clouded with weight I couldn’t lift.
I am longing to touch her, to feel her, and to just simply talk to her. My heart aches by just the thought of her avoiding me. I don’t know how it all came to this: where she no longer wants to involve herself with me.
Did I become too direct with what I feel?
Yes, she was right when she told me that I am just grateful to her, that I see her as someone who saved me. But she was wrong when she insisted that it was
