We have been friends for forever. Since before school started. We live in the same neighborhood. You're my next door neighbor. I go to your house every day after school. Somehow we always manage to get most of our classes together. We work on homework and when we're done we talk about whatever and spill some tea. You always talk about your latest crush. Every day it changes. Mine never does. It always stays the same. But I can't tell you who it is because I want nothing to change. I can't tell you who it is because it's you.
I've liked you for a while but this year I seem to have fallen deeper. I think I might love you but you must never know. I have to get over you because you're my best friend. You don't like me you see me as a friend why would you see me as anything else. That's all we've ever been and all well ever be.
Best Friends.
Nothing more. Nothing less.
¨I cant come to your house today¨ I say.
¨Why?¨ he asks.
¨I just dont feel well¨ I say but its really beacuse I dont want to acidentaly flirt with you.
¨OK feel better soon¨ he says not suspecting a thing.
How I wish I could be with you but you cant find out. I can't talk to him anymore he must never know. I know he does not like me. Why would he?
/a few weeks later after avoiding talking to him as much as possible/
I walk up to him in the lunchroom slowly. I did not ride the bus today because I missed it and my mum had to bring me to school. I need to talk to him.
¨Im sorry but we can't talk anymore.¨ I say and he smiles.
¨Very funny Kat¨ He says sarcastically he thinks its a joke. I don't say anything I can't because I can feel the tears starting to form in my eyes. ¨Are you serious¨
¨Yes¨ I say feeling the cold tears start to run down my face and the ones forming in his.
¨Why? Did I do something wrong?¨ He says trying to stay strong I can tell.
¨No, I'm sorry¨ I say my voice cracking from the tears.
¨Why?¨ he says tears striking his face.
¨Because I Love you¨ I say before thinking.
¨I love you too¨ He says smiles grabs my hand pulls me in until my body is pushed against him. He then puts his arms around my waist and I put mine around and he smiles at me so I smile at him he then takes his right hand wipes away the tears from my left eye than my right and slides his soft hand down to my chin and pulls me head and kisses me. I kiss him back like my life depended and he kissed me with so much passion I could feel his love.
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Hate Is A Powerful Word But So Is Love
RomanceNot really good at descriptions I just wanted to put that out there. But, it is basically some little stories about being in love.