Gorgeous Nightmare

B R O G A N

I'm almost positive

that people are confused.

Why haven't I talked?

Why am I so silent?

But then again,

I have absolutely

nothing

to say.

All of my

secrets,

my troubles,

were written

in

my

diary.

I have nothing

left to explain.

I have nothing

left to say.

Yet when

Noah

walked into my

room, thinking

I was asleep, then

shook me awake,

I knew

that I

had

to

finally

speak up.

"I love you," he said softly.

Even softer, I added, "I know."

Then he stayed there, sitting beside me, for several silent minutes, until finally leaning down and kissing me gently on my chapped lips.

And at that moment,

feeling Noah's lips against my own,

everything I'd ever felt for him settling back into place,

I remembered one very important thing:

I'm still nothing but an ugly duckling.