Truth or Dare
Then There's You
“What do you see in me?” My insecurity led me to blurt this question out.
“What? That’s not even a question,” you said. We were playing a game of truth or dare over a bowl of tortillas placed on top of our cheap, tough mattress. You were lying on your stomach and I was on the other side, facing you, sitting with my legs crossed.
“It is.”
“Okay,” you said. You sat yourself up as if you’re preparing for something big to happen. You moved the bowl to the side and pulled me closer, our nose touching, our eyes an inch apart, before continuing, “You’re cute. You’re wise, smart. Scholarship into a top university, really? You impress me. You have this vulnerability that you hide, but I can see them. It makes me want to protect you.”
Then you punctuated it with a kiss. It was a kiss that took the insecurity away, along with your words that built me up and made me believe in myself. In us.
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