Her exaggerated eye-rolling and audible sigh left no doubt that she was done. His pained expression wasn’t enough to guilt her into regret.
“I just told you I loved you,” he said.
“No, you didn’t. You simply regurgitated one of your lame, hackneyed pickup lines. Even after a year, I still don’t know how you really feel about me.” She kept her head turned, unwilling to meet his glare. “You’ve let me down with your insincerity.”
“You want to know how I feel?” His smile was mirthless. “If you think my love is cliché, that’s all it’ll ever be.”
Thin spiral notebook 
Great way to open the piece. This seems to be an argument that was festering for a while.
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Ouch. What a painful realization to come to and difficult conversation to have.
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If only we could all be that brave, to say what we really want, irregardless of the consequences and the “mirthless smiles” (what a great line)
but I feel for her, needing (and deserving ) so much more.
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That happens more than you might think.
Leslie
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Great. Love the short and this was a good one.
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oomph…what a emotional gut punch..
Tar rah, I LOVE YOU! You know, as my friend.
Great 100, way to bring the strength of emotion.
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