I Loved Her More

Avery

For as long as I can remember, I've loved her. I've loved her even though they told me it was wrong. But who can blame me? Who wouldn't fall in love with her deep brown hair, her tight curls, her deep almost black eyes. Who wouldn't fall in love with her dimples, or the way her eyes creased when she was truly happy. I grew up calling her my best friend, and she was. Truly the best friend I'd ever have. But when I wanted to call her more than that, I couldn't.

Sage had a boyfriend, Matt, and they were in love. If I love Sage, then I should want her to be happy, right? Even if it costs me my own. When I was 8 years old, I noticed her for the first time. We'd been friends for years already, but that was the first time I really noticed her. I noticed her deep eyes, like the charred wood in a fire. I noticed her soft bouncy hair that always seemed to look good. I noticed the way she smiled with her whole face- not just her mouth.

When I was 12 I realized

Maybe I like her in....a different way?

I pushed those thoughts to the side, and told myself I just cared about her as a friend. Nothing more.

Now we're 16 and I'm not sure I can ignore it anymore. I can't wait anymore but I may have waited too long. Sage has a boyfriend now and I can't tell her without making her choose. Me or Him; and I'm not ready to hear her choose him.