Taste of Fear
These Words I'll Never SaySeptember, 2004
I had bought her a bouquet of red roses. I thought it'd contrast nicely against her milky white skin. I felt all excited and bubbly inside. I felt like I could do anything; however, as soon as I took a step towards her the butterflies in my stomach were strangled by fear. I could feel my will struggling to fight back against this wretched being inside me. It urges me to persevere. But fear, being its devious self, confronted my doubts and blew away my confidence. "She'll reject you," It whispers. "Of all people why would she choose your?" "You are not worthy of her." I had dropped the roses and walked away dejectedly. I was a fool and a coward. She deserves someone better.
–L.H.
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