two; i was happy
someday I'll look back and tell him,
i used to like you and it killed me to the point
where i truly thought i was going crazy.
but i was happy.
i was happy being your best friend and
i was happy we were comfortable with each other.
of course i died each and every day wondering if i should tell you
and thinking about whether you liked me back or not.
but i was happy.
and i will never stop being happy because
what if i had told you?
would we still be friends now?
or would we be dating?
the world may never know because
all i know is that
i'm in love.
and i can't stop.
