It happens: sometimes that filter in our head bursts and we say too much of what we’re thinking and someone gets hurt. Tell us about a time you or someone you know said something that they immediately regretted
“Why?” asked Anna persistently. It might be over 10 times she asked me. She didn’t satisfied with my short answer. Why did I do that? And then, I surrender. I said the things I’ve been hesitated to say from the very first day we met.
“Because I love you, Anna.” there, I said it. Anna is stoned, looking at me, not believing my words. Slowly, her eyes is filled with tears. And I know, I did something I regret. Something I couldn’t make it right again.
I look at Anna, this time I flash my eyelash. She changed. She changed her hair, cut it short, colored it with green. She wore a beautiful white dress with a pair of heels that match her hair and her clutch.
“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Party with college boys, dude.” she answered with a big smile on her face.
“And you dressed up for……”
“To get a fucking man, Tom. Geez, why are you acting such a prick?”
“I am not. I was just asking, to be honest.” I defended my self. I stare at her again, this time, I’m perfectly sure that she’d bang every guy who flirted with her. Fuck, I curse in my head.
“So, what do you think?” she asked.
“Cute. like a slut.” I answered acting not too care.
“Oh fuck you, Tom. Come on.”
“Seriously. It’s just… not like you.”
“Because, Tom, the old me won’t get me anywhere near a fucking guy!” Anna said and sighed. Not true. The old Anna, indeed much cuter. With her long hazel hair, wear a band tees and a jeans, plus a leather jacket and a pair of vans. The old Anna wears glasses and every girl with a glasses is my undoing.
“Thomas, please, why are you acting such a fucking prick?”
“It has to be!” said Anna step in front of me and look at me.
“I said no reasons, Anna.” I said and closed my book. I look at Anna carefully. She uses a contact lens that same of her eyes color. I have to admit that she is indeed so pretty. I pull her hand and she fell into me.
“You look beautiful.” I whisper while caress her hair.
“Idiot. Let me go.”
“Thomas. I’m serious.” She said with a smile. I can’t resist her. I pull her face closer to mine, and I kissed her. Deep. I taste her mouth like there’s no tomorrow. Until I finally snapped out by a punch in my shoulder.
“What the hell was that?”
“I taught you how to kiss, Anna. You should be grateful.”
“Idiot. I’m wasting my time here.” Said Anna and stand away.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Why?” Anna looked at me confusedly.
“Why?” asked her again. and that time, I don’t know what comes into me, I hug her and kiss her again. This time, I’m not letting her go.