She has just kissed him, without warning and spontaneously. He stands in shock, staring at her with an expression that reads what the hell just happened here. A blush on her cheeks and stammering, she explains her actions and tells him just what’s going on, slowly getting stronger as she goes.
Ok… so that was sudden. You always kissed me; I didn’t kiss you. But this was different, I had to. I’m sorry… wait… no I’m not. I’ve wanted to do that for so long it’s unreal, and I’m not sorry I did. You may be, but I’m not. You see, you’ve been driving me crazy for a year and a half. Sitting there, unreachable, daring me to do something about the way I feel, silently and subtly, but still. It’s like this. I spent the first of this mess telling myself to stop, telling myself that you’d just hurt me and it wasn’t worth it. But that failed. I pushed you away, and I pushed hard. Or at least I tried to anyway. And when I couldn’t, well I sort of fell apart. I knew I couldn’t have you, that I could never be with you. It was a simple reality. I’d tried flirting; I’d tried everything and nothing worked. You didn’t even notice. It drove me nuts, and then you left. You moved and left me here alone with no answers and a broken heart.

It was you who raised the questions, with the flowers and the bears and the hugs and damn it the kisses. The simple kisses that left me confused. What were you? Who were you? What were we? Were we friends? Were a friend who I could kiss and get away with it? How did you feel about me? Did you think of me as a friend or more? Why? Why were you kissing me? Why were you letting me get so close?  Did you know how I felt? Did you care? What was I? You went to another state, miles away and left me with all these questions floating in my head. Do you realize what that’s like? To feel like the person you are supposed to be with is that far away, when you feel empty and alone. To feel like you’ll never be with them, and hoping they are happy anyway. Do you know how hard it is to live like that, day after day?

Girls like me are a dime a dozen. I’m nothing, just a simple country girl from the south. I’m nothing special. I’m not the most beautiful flower in the garden; I’m the simple daisy next to the rose. All I have is my mind. I’m smart, not pretty; I waited too long in the line for smarts and missed out on the looks department. I’m replaceable. You can find another like me if you just look. But you are special. No one else in the world can make me feel like this. You make me feel alive; you make me feel special, like I’m more than just one of the guys, more than just a regular country girl. I know you probably don’t want to hear this, and I know I’m probably just freaking you out. But I have to say it, before it eats me alive.

What I’m trying to say… how do I say this without freaking you out? Why is this so damn hard? I love you. I’ve fallen in love with you, and it’s scaring me to death. I tried to stop. I tried to tell myself not to; I tried… but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to, but I couldn’t help it. Somewhere between the moment I met you and the moment I watched you drive away from me into the night; I realized I loved you. But it was too late. You were gone and there was nothing I could do about it. Until now. And I have to tell you, cause its killing me. I can’t take it anymore. If it means that I’m about lose one of the best friends I have so be it. I guess it’s better that you know I feel this way and walk away, then for me to keep hiding in the dark. If you want to walk away that’s alright, just go. But walk away know this one thing: I love you, and I always will.