I am sittin on the soft couch of sweat.
I can feel the fabric of the couch sticking to my wet and sweaty back, which sits nervously against the back of the black leather couch.
I can hear my heart beat a thousand beats in just a few seconds.
I hear some cars whizzing by on the main road, while sitting here looking down at my hot, clammy and trembling fingers.
I try to avoid the curious eyes of my best friend, for whom I have had feelings for, for two and a half years now.
I look up slowly and see his curious and worrying look.
I start to blush, I am telling him I have feelings for him.
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Non-FictionThis is just the short story "øyeblikk" translated into English about when i told my now boyfriend of three years, my feelings for him when i was 16 years old. this is now three years ago (i turned 17 seven months later)
