Asha-Cattette is torn.
She can not decided between shoosing the lesser of two
evils.
Between telling him how she feels
and the 85% chance of rejection.
And never telling him and regret it forever.
That fear of rejection stops her tongue but not her heart.
She has come so close to telling him.
But everytime she gets the courage, it fails.
Oh how she longs to tell him that one simple truth.
She can die happy.
He is her ONLY one. The only one suited perfectly for her.
To hold him close in the middle of the night. And know
he wil still be there in the morning.
No one can compare to him. And fill his space in her heart.
In her eyes, no one ever will.
But if her returns her affections, Asha-Cattette will cry.
Not tears of sadness but tears of joy.
To hear you say those three little words to her.
Such little words that hold so much weight.
Asha-Cattette will die of shock.
But she will die with a smile gracing her full lips that rival yours.