She had a rolling red carpet of mystery that I desperately wanted to join her on.

Hold her hand and strut down the carpet. Laugh with her all the way down, as if my only purpose was to make her feel special .

And she was.

She was so amazing she deserved the actual red carpet. Her talents were beyond imagination and sensation.

But the farther we walked on the red carpet the farther the color faded.

Her grip on my hand loosened to the point I was the only one hanging on. Her eyes became distant when talking with me, and the conversation felt forced.

A strong feeling welled up in my gut.

“Hey Jess?” I murmured.

“Hmm?”

“Who do you like?”

“Tell me more about your crush then I’ll tell you.”

“Well she’s an amazing, beautiful person!”

“I thought you said it was a he.”

I remained silent, shocked.

“This is why I don’t tell you who I like. You always lie to me, and you’re judgmental.”

My hand loosened on hers.

Smiles came to a close.

And hurt won the place of happiness.

Our carpet became tattered and stained.

All hope of this relationship tore.

I took a shuddering breath.

I let go of her hand