Keegan Russ

Three years. That’s how long it’s been. That’s how long you’ve liked, no, loved Keegan. He’s amazing. He has the best voice and you can’t help but love when he praises you for the simplest things. So when you saw a woman brushing up against him you couldn’t help the overwhelming feeling that crashed over you, little did you know, he didn’t like this girl one bit, and all his attention will forever only be too you. It bewildered him how you never caught on. All the compliments and the fact he didn’t force the kind tone in his voice when he was around you.

The moment was to much for you, you walked out of the bar, trying not to cry. You succeeded until you actually got outside. You began sobbing. Why couldn’t you have as much confidence as her? It was probably because of your soft belly, or your hip dips, and it could’ve even been your smile. Was it not enough for him?

About a week or two later you and Keegan were sitting on the couch together, Keegan, was sitting with his legs stretched out over you while listening to music with his headphones on. You thought he listened to his music at a very high volume so you popped a confession you knew he couldn’t hear. “I thought, I thought you liked me.” You said in a quiet tone just in case. He tilted his head up from his phone “What?” He asked with his signature blues piercing through you. “Ah- nothing…” You mumbled. He looked at you for one more second before fixing his headphones to cover both ears. You look at him with slight surprise.