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We've began our next four years of college now. I wasn't eager for them. We were fortunate enough to be accepted to the same college, and I was elated to find we were both in the same classes. Ironically, we both wanted to pursue Music as a career. I did, in some ways, dread the next few years. We'd have been best friends for five years, friends for five and a half, my 'crush' for two years. Those two years felt similar to what hell might feel like, minus the burning in fire bit. It was a different pain. A worse pain, knowing you might not reciprocate my feelings. I was scared to tell you still. I still couldn't potentially jeopardise our friendship. But I dealt with it. I hoped these feelings would die and leave me. They were like flies in the Summer. There no matter how many times you shake it off, and still manages to irritate you.

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