the deepest conversation of us we had were always at night. you always told me the butterflies you felt when you saw her. you gushed about how bright her eyes were. oh dear, i'm not sure if i'm going to fall into this mess, this curse. the curse that opposite sexes friendships are never pure. for this everlasting friendship, either of us would have to be in love. i hope that none of us fell. i want this friendship. i don't want you to go
