"I like her."
I thought I wasn't serious when I told that to my best friend. That was 3 years ago, I was still young. How can a fifteen year old me possibly know that I like the girl I grew up with? How can I know that I like the spoiled-brat girl who always cry whenever I steal her barbie?
I didn't know that those little things I do just so she could notice me means something else. That I only felt the need to protect her because I see her as a sister. The real reason why I love annoying her is because it makes me happy whenever I see her making face. I tell her mean stuffs to hide my real feelings.
I didn't know I missed her so much until I saw her again. Until I felt the feeling of being near her again.
I found out I missed her laugh because when I heard it again it kept playing inside my head.
I missed seeing her smile, the smile that makes her dimples come out.
I didn't know a lot of things. Including the fear of losing her until I saw her with someone else.
Slowly I realized that I don't just simply like her. Because...
I love her.
I wish I am braver, how can I even fight for her when I can't even tell her I love her?
"She, will always be the girl that I will secretly love. She'll always be the girl that will be impossible for me to have."
A/N: I was currently writing an AD because that's my original ship haha. And this ship is sinking faster than it sailed 😭. But I just love them both so much and the characters I have in mind fits the both of them perfectly. Idk if someone will even read this haha! But Idc really. I just want to get this out of my head. So if ever there will someone to actually read this please give me your thoughts 😊😛. #OBF
