I remember the way you used to look at me in eighth grade. I felt like I was the first person you wanted to tell good news to. And maybe we could have worked. If you hadn't moved in the middle of the school year. If you hadn't lost contact. If I hadn't blamed you for all of my problems. Maybe we could have been happy.
I'm in my sophomore year of college and your name is always blowing up my phone. No, we are not in love. No, I do not secretly wish we had worked. I am happy. Because being friends has shaped me into the person I am, today. You never fail at making me laugh. Or giving me advice about whatever guy I date. We're like brother and sister.
But should you get engaged anytime soon, I think it'd break my heart far beyond repair.
