Too Late

Made her jealous on purpose he tried. When the girl asked, do you love me? on purpose he lied. He played with jealousy like it was a game. Little did he know things would never be the same. His plan was working but he had no clue. How wrong things would go the damage he would do. One night she broke down, feeling very alone. Just her and her blade, no one else home. She dialed his number, he answered hello she told him she loved him and hung up the phone. He raced to her house just a minute too late. Beside her was a note, in it her confesion. Her love for this boy her only obsession. As he read the note, he knelt down and cried. Grabbed her knife, that night they both died. She was found in his arms, both of them dead. Under her note his handwritting said :i loved her, but she never knew, all this time i loved her too.