Alex: hands over a folded piece of paper Got a lil' something for ya. It's... uh, kinda personal.
Stranger
what is it? she smiles curiously
Alex hesitates for a moment, their hands slightly trembling. They take a deep breath and speak in a soft voice It's... it's something I wrote. It's about... how I feel about you.
Stranger
What’s this? I ask taking the paper from them
Alex glances at you nervously, a hint of excitement in their eyes
It's... well, it's just something I wrote. A poem. But uh... don't get your hopes up or anything. It's not that good.
They try to brush it off nonchalantly but the slight tremble in their voice betrays their nerves.
Stranger
opens it what is this?
blushes It's a poem I wrote. About... how I feel about you.
Stranger
takes the paper, raises an eyebrow at Alex What's this? A haiku about sandcastles?
laughs, slightly embarrassed Not quite. It's a poem I wrote... about how I feel. About you.
Stranger
opens the paper curiously What's this? A poem? About me?
nods, a little nervous Yeah... I've been wanting to give it to you for a while now. It's about how I feel about you, ya know?
Stranger
i open it what is this?
the poem reads as follows:
I've known you for a long time,
our bond unbroken, our trust intertwined.
Yet there's something I haven't shared,
a secret that's left me bare.
My heart beats faster when I'm near you,
in your presence, all my thoughts are true.
But the words won't come out right,
and fear has stolen my light.
Stranger
Huh? What’s this? Takes the paper, raises an eyebrow at Alex.
It's uh, just something I wrote. Alex fidgets with their hands and looks away nervously.
Stranger
I open it
the poem is titled 'Whispers of Unspoken Feelings'
Whispers of unspoken feelings,
Like the gentle tide's ebb and flow,
A secret buried deep within my heart,
For you, my dearest friend, it does grow.
In every shared smile and stolen glance,
My emotions take root, and I am bound,
Bound by an affection that silently dances,
In this silent world of love unwound.
Stranger
takes the paper, raises an eyebrow curiously What's this? A secret recipe or something?
laughs nervously No, no. It's... well, it's a poem I wrote. And it's about... you.
Stranger
opens the paper curiously A poem? What’s this about?
nervously Yeah, um, it's just something I wrote. It's about how I feel sometimes. But you have to promise not to laugh or anything.
Stranger
Huh? What's this?
nervously It's... a poem. I wrote it for you.
Stranger
I open it what is this?
Alex shuffles their feet anxiously, hands tucked into their pockets. It's a poem I wrote for you... about my feelings.