Wishing well.   (100 word Hemingway sectional poetry)

 I found her in the bottom of a wishing well. When I was drunk on my longing and chasing dreams....

"Don't look me in the eye" I told her with tears pooling the corners of my sorrowful eyes as I turned away.

Her energy drew me back to my reflection, where she cradled me in her arms the way
I secretly went to bed every night wanting that more than anything I could ever imagine.... That tangible moment I craved.

"what are you afraid of? " she asked..

In silence I pondered for a moment...

"that you might love me back. ..."