It happened after my dad died.
I have this best friend who is everything to me. We've always been pretty close since he was the new kid in elementary school. The way that he laughed and made me laugh with him, even though sometimes I wasn't in the best mood, was something that I always loved about him. He always cheered me up and we had the best of times together, hanging out at each other's houses and having sleepovers. God, those times were my most favorite times in life.
But around the time my dad died, he started to give me mixed signals that I had no clue what they were or how to handle them. Why was he acting this way? It couldn't be because he liked me that way. We're best friends, for god sakes! I loved him as a brother... or did I?
This is so confusing.
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