This guy that I liked, his name was Josh.
I confessed to him, but he didn't push me away.
Instead, we became closer.
He was there for me when I needed him, when I didn't have friends, after my friend group started to disband.
I had no one, and he was there for me.
He stayed by my side, making me laugh when I need some laughter in my day, studying with me the week leading up to a test and going through every topic in depth to make sure that I understood everything.
He introduced me to some anime and we talked all the time.
He waited for me after class and I waited for him after class.
We were best friends.
Were.
Not anymore.
Since I had started to make new friends, I would naturally go and talk to them for a bit whenever I saw them, so the time I spent with Josh became less and less.
He was not happy.
He thought I was abandoning him, only being friends with him not to seem lonely.
Eventually, we started drifting apart.
Naturally, my feelings for him started to fade.
And somehow, he started to hate me.
But that was fine.
In fact, my life became better without him.
When I was best friends with him, it was like treading on thin ice.
There were a lot of things he didn't like me doing.
As I mentioned, I couldn't even leave him for a bit to talk to my new friends.
I wasn't allowed to swear, he said it was a turnoff.
If I didn't reply to his messages within 5 seconds, he would assume that I don't want to talk to him.
And worst of all, he left me hanging after my confession.
He asked me to wait.
Wait for 4 years.
4 years for an answer.
And after that, he expected to stay around him every single day.
Being friends with him was suffocating I do not regret losing this friendship.
Not even one bit.
