It ends with you talking to him late at night, not able to stop yourself because some reasons your discussions with him bring you laughter.
Which is just what you need at the end of the day.
It ends with you not able to understand your own emotions and trying to push away an idea you thought wasn't possible with this kid.
It ends with you lying in your bed at night as you stare at the ceiling because you know you can never have him.
It ends with you having to lie to him about how you feel. It ends in heartbreak, but the fight never ends. The fight for him, that you have mentally everyday, will never end.
