There's a Thin Line Between Love and Hate

I'll tell you a secret. But only if you promise not to tell anyone.

Every time i get a text, my heart still aches for it to be from him. I wish for his name to appear there on my screen. Sometimes, i wonder if he knows how much i miss him. He was never my boyfriend, but i miss his smell, his hugs, the way he looked at me, his smile that lightened up my day, i miss his touch that made me going crazy. The times we cried together, the times we laughed together. I guess i fell in love with our friendship.