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If I told you Jace McKinnon and I had a happy ending, I'd be lying. Just between us, that's all we really were. A lie. We never went to prom, got engaged and eventually married. I loved him and I lost him. I never really had Jace, though. To him I was just a girl with nice boobs and a whore complex. And to me, he was everything. Which by the way, was NOT what I had planned. Jace was my best friend and literally all I had left. And after all of the bullshit I went through with love, I'll be honest, I wasn't expecting this. We agreed one day, at around two AM that relationships were useless. I was heartbroken, he was just done altogether. We also agreed that we definitely weren't going to fall in love, and even acting that way would be absurd. But one day he asked me how I felt about him. I told him I saw galaxies in his eyes. It might have been a quote on Tumblr, but it was 'our quote.' We had a lot of things. But love was not one of them. The messages didn't mean shit to him, but they were all I had to make me smile. But this isn't MY Story. We'll save that for another time. This is the story of Jace and I - a love that remained galaxies away.

The day was going great and it took a turn really quick

I didn't tell him because I didn't want him to see me any differently than he already did. I didn't want to lose my best friend over something as stupid as an emotion. I'd rather be friendzoned because he didn't know than friendzoned because he didn't feel the same way. If I would have told him a couple of years ago, maybe it would have meant something, but now that we're older, and both with someone, I know that I can't. I can't tell my best friend, the one I love more than life itself, how I feel. Because if it didn't matter then, why the hell would it matter now?