She never told anyone. The strange feelings she had towards her relationship with him, if you could even call it that. It had gone on for years now, the back and fourth pleasurable circumstances that she kept getting herself into and than having to withdraw herself back out of. Like she didn't know how he would react in different situations, how he would contrast the affair of her emotions. 

Likewise, she didn't know how to comprehend with the way he occasionally portrayed himself. The unnecessary comments conveyed, as well as his sly momentum amongst everything she did. Through all this, they had no way of acknowledging what was really happening. They didn't plan on destroying what they had. A friendship. The way he frequently looked at her, they way she gazed into his eyes, was just one of the many substantial issues she faced. How was she supposed to feel? How did he supposedly feel? She loved him, she just didn't realise how much.