Michael [Part 4]
The next morning when I awoke Michael was still asleep. I took this time to think about myself…him…us. I really like him. I may even go as to say I love him. I never realized it before. I wonder if he feels the same about me. No, of course not. No one had ever liked me before. I wasn’t pretty at all. Just a boring girl. I was always so skinny and tall. I never fit in anywhere. I had no choice but to get used to the mean stares and loneliness that I was forced to live with. Before Michael I had never said more than a few words to anyone, not to mention I’d never had any friends.
I looked down into Michael’s face. He looked so troubled. I could see the stress and sadness and neglect he probably faced everyday. It made me want to cry. It made me want to just hold him. Let him know that there is at least one person that honestly and truly cares for him.