He Liked Her Too...

He liked her too
She liked him.
He never noticed her, but still, she liked him.
It was hard, being around him so much, being so close to touching distance, yet being passed as though she was nothing more than the horrid paint that was slapped on the building’s walls.
There were days she hated him.
The days that it hurt so much to like him.
It was like her heart was being squeezed, torn out and shoved haphazardly back into her chest.
Those were the days that he saw her.
Not as though she was a human being, no.
It was the days that his friends turned around and bullied her, taunted her, pushed her.
She wanted to scream.
Beat on him.
Make him listen.
Then love him once more.
But her feelings didn’t care what she wanted…
They were like a tempest during a raging sea, tossing, throwing, pulling…dragging.
And like a lost seaman, she drifted, she floated, she drowned.
Struggling for air, a break from the emotions that tore at her, she ran.
But like all problems, she couldn’t outrun them.
Nor, it seemed, she could outrun him…
He caught up to her, made her listen.
Screamed it at her when she turned away.
…
…He liked her too…