I'm just scared to know the ending

And so come the final two days.
However, you can't have the better times if you don't have the hard times.


Heat suddenly surrounds her lips.
He passes over them,
Slowly moving to her neck.
Brushing away her hair,
He inhales that familiar scent
Lingering on her skin.
His fingertips graze her bare shoulders,
Simultaneously sending tingles down to her toes.
He toys with the chain around her neck,
A small gold star falling to the middle,
Engraved on the back,
Matching the words on the inside of her ring.
A promise.
She reaches in her pocket,
Each breath completely audible,
And slowly takes out a faded paper,
Torn and frayed from
Dozens of erasing and rereading,
Attempting to find the perfect words.
She silently places the paper
In the center of the boy's open hand,
Lightly brushing the creases
That carve his palm.
This paper contains truths,
A promise,
And a confession.
What she has been too scared to say.
She places a kiss on his cold cheek and walks away without a word.

I think if you wait long enough for all your attempts to fail, you'll finally find the right one after fucking up so many times.