Too Much, Too Soon, Too Fast.

It was a game. A simple game among those who knew each other for years, for a month, or didn't know each other at all. But that made the game more dangerous, more exciting. Secrets revealed, the answers to questions you may never find out otherwise. The game was simple enough. It was called S&P. One had to say a word and the next person had to say another word that related but no words that starts with the letter S or P. Penalty was to answer to a question. A truth.

They started the game. They were sitting beside each other. a girl and a boy. The girl, someone who was breathing. Breathing new air after ending a relationship with someone that was well, rather amazing. But alas, circumstances. She had put a lot of heart and even some soul into that relationship, learning to do the impossible for her.. Trusting without her guards up. But that trust was taken away from her and now here she was, putting on convincing fronts. Healing from the rage of losing it, and mourning the loss of him.

Then there was the boy. A boy who has had feelings for the girl for a long time. Feelings that at moments in time, were returned, albeit briefly. It had only been a week since the said break up, and it was rather bittersweet for him. Watching her cry and mourn, knowing how much she wanted to make that relationship with the other boy work made his heart hurt. He didn't like seeing her unhappy, and losing him was making her unhappy. But then again, he has said, confessed to her that he would wait, wait for this day to come so that he can finally make her his, and that day has finally come. She knew how he felt for her. She just needed to heal and he was already waiting, what was a little longer. And he knew how fragile she was. She's was close to being his and they would both be happy, he knew it. But for now, they were still friends. For now.

The boy got a penalty. Everyone was laughing, smiling eagerly as they thought of the perfect question to ask this boy they were meeting for the first time. Finally it came, from one of the girl's close friends. "How do you really feel about the girl?"

He answered "Honestly? Well, I'm not gonna lie, I'm madly in love with this girl. Have been for a long time. And I understand why whats-his-face would want to find a way to keep her, she's a gem, but I wouldn't lie to her for eight months to do it. I'd never lie to her."

Around her, her friends were going "aww!" and waxing poetic on how poetic it was. But not her. Her smile dropped, she became quiet. Later that night she shouted at her friend who asked that question, saying it was out of line for him to do so. He didn't see how she could be upset, that she should be happy. But she wasn't. She was freaked out. She felt like she was on a plank and her friends were pushing her closer and closer to the edge. This was getting out of hand. She knew the boy was a good guy, that she would be happy with him. But isn't it her choice who she dates? Is it wrong that she wants to enjoy her newly found freedom? She knew he was waiting and she felt bad for him, but she had told him time and time again not to. She didn't want him to. She wanted everything to stop. The waiting, the constant teasing from friends, how barely even a week into her breakup, there they are calling him her future boyfriend. Yes they were close, and yes they sometimes behaved as a couple would but she knew she had to give him commitment, that he deserves it but that was something she could not give him or anyone for awhile. It was all spinning around her. It was too fast too soon and she felt like she was being tossed into a whirlpool. She felt sorry for doing this to the boy, felt like crap for hurting him. But she had to get out. Too much, too fast, too soon.

The boy looked at his phone for the millionth time. No messages from the girl. It's been that way for about a week now. Since that night. He knew she was fragile and now he had scared her away. He forced too much on her, too fast, too soon. He felt like such an idiot, because after all those months of waiting, in one night, in one sentence, he got impatient and restless. And now he had lost her. The boy looked at his phone again knowing it was not going to ring.

Slow down. For both our sakes.