A Simple Action

To You

Love,

You are the guy that I never thought of actually developing crazy feelings for. It all started with a simple interaction during our History class, and it developed into something more than that I'll later dread. To me, I was always looking forward to talking to you and see you smile. The way that your eyes smiled with you everytime we laughed together. The way you would draw anything I would ask you and do it with so much detail that I would be left in awe. The way you would speak to me, having me wrapped around your finger just by your soothing voice. And that voice was probably the thing that drove me the craziest in general. How you would just say my name, and with that simple action, it will cause me to have my heartbeat accelerate just by that simple word. To just talk to me in a caring way that I never thought a guy would ever. And it was just so good.

As this little thing continued, so did my feelings. They developed heavier for you and it was just crazy that you were the number one thing that I'd looked forward to when it came to school. We would help each other and I would compete with you to see who got their work done first and it was always a 'tie'. The more I spent time with you the more I felt that I should tell you about my feelings for you. To just forget about waiting for the stereotypical guy asks the girl and I would ask you myself, but luckily I would always push it away, saying I'll do it later.

That simple action, me not telling you at all, was the best thing I've done. Because later on, in a dance that I should have been happy in, caused me to be ultimately sad in the end. You must have just viewed me as a good friend where you and your other bud told me who you really like. Once her name slipped out of your friend's mouth, my world started to fall apart. I thought all of what we did was useless and I regretted allowing myself to develop those feelings. Putting a smile on my face and looking at your blushing form, I told you happily to ask her out and that you'll be cute together, knowing I'll be hurting. But your happiness counted more than my own. I left that dance with a bitter smile on my face, happy to know that we were that close to where you told me who you liked, but I was sad it wasn't me.

After that dance, we drifted apart, and I would force myself to smile at you every time I saw you. We were still 'friends' and you finally asked her out. She said no. And I felt bad knowing that I would have said yes, but it just wasn't me who you asked.