He met her.
She met him.
He was kind.
She was lonely.
He treated her as his princess.
She called him her bestfriend.
He gave her his heart.
She gave him her time.
He loved her as a woman.
She loved him as a friend.
He stayed in love.
She hid that she knew it.
He was afraid to lose his love.
She was scared to lose a friend.
He confessed his feelings.
She chose their friendship.
He remained as her boy bestfriend.
She remained as his girl bestfriend.
And then-
She changed.
He changed.
She started to love him.
He met someone else.
She wanted him to be her man.
He fell in love with another girl.
She confessed her feelings.
He chose their friendship.
She said, "I love you."
He answered, "I loved you."
- Jan Di
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