No.
No.
This is not happening.
I got this jittery feeling around (Y/N). My hati, tengah-tengah pounds. I’m nervous.
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. She was funny, smart, wonderful, and everything good.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
I wasn’t supposed to want her. Need her.
Dallas Winston didn’t need anyone.
Except I needed her. I needed (Y/N). I was scaring myself.
“Dally, are anda ok?” She says, breaking me out of my daze.
“No. I’m not ok.” I say.
She looks at me for further information, so I continue.
“I…I think I like you.”
“Well, if we didn’t, we wouldn’t be going out then.” She says, confused.
“No… I like like anda like you.”
“Well yeah.”
“No. I Cinta you.” I say quickly.
“Oh.” She says softly.
“But I can’t Cinta you.”
She looks at me, confused and hurt.
“No! Not like that.” I say, grabbing her arm. “I’m afraid of loving you. If I Cinta you, I’m going to lose you.” I whisper.
“Why would anda think you’d lose me.” She whispers, tears in her eyes.
“Everyone I Cinta has been lost. My mom. My sister. You. I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I could do.” I say, moving my hands to her face. “I don’t want to be responsible for what happens that hurts you.”
“Nothing bad’s going to happen.” She whispers. “Because I Cinta you.” She says, as our lips collide.
I needed her.
