The perfect couple. After all, we were best friends. We knew almost everything about each other. We were friends only for about what, 2 years? More or less. I don’t really remember. But in that short time, we got close. Closer that I’ve ever been with anyone. I’m sure it was the same for you too. After all, you didn’t have much friends, but the ones you did were all assholes. They were just school friends. But we became much more than that. At first, we didn’t really talk to each other at school. Only online. And we became unbelievably close, talking to each other almost the whole day, everyday. Then high school came. We hung out a lot, thanks to the classes we had together. I brought you out and you became more outgoing. More friends. But we were still best friends. We told each other everything. We talked about everything. Random silly things, school, the future, our lives, the good and bad things, most of our deepest secrets… we had deep conversations. We vented and ranted to each other a lot. We could talk about anything. We rarely fought. I actually don’t think there was ever a time we seriously fought. We had silly arguments, but that was for fun. The only time I can remember when we fought was when you said you wanted to stop being friends. I thankfully talked you out of it. I couldn’t handle it if you left me. I always put you in the friend zone, always talking about guys, but then I started developing feelings for you. I still talked about other guys though. I thought it was just weird that I liked you. I kept my feelings hidden, scared of what other people thought of it. Whenever I said I really wanted something, you would always tell me one day whenever I would get a boyfriend, you would tell him what to get me. You would always tell me if he hurt me, you would kick his ass. You were so protective. It was cute. I just wished you would develop feelings for me. But maybe you did. Maybe you didn’t want to say anything because we were just friends. I don’t know… and I probably never will. But I knew, that if you were to like me, we would’ve been something special. I won’t say forever, but we would’ve lasted long, if not forever.
Time passed and some people I considered friends complained that you were annoying and they didn’t know how I could put up with you. I dismissed it. I thought they would see what I saw in you. You were an amazing person. But then I started to believe it too. I started getting annoyed with you. All because of peer pressure. Then I broke it off. I still liked you though. I stopped talking to you. After a year or so, I started to talk to you again. I replied, thinking you at least deserve a reply. But it was so easy talking to you. I kept talking and talking instead of being more distant. I would always wait for you to talk to me first though. It wouldn’t be fair. Now we’re just friends. Not best friends. We could never be that again. Not after what I’ve done. I hurt you a lot.
I wish I could tell you all of this, but I can’t. And after all this time, I’ve realized it.
I wish I had the chance to experience a relationship with you. You might have been the one. But I’ll never know. And it’s too late now. It’s all my fault. I wish I could change everything. If you really are the one… damn. I messed up so much. I just wish you the best. But I’ll always love you. I miss you so much. I wish I could start all over.
I know this isn’t one of these cute happy love stories. I don’t know if this would even be considered a love story at all.
by anonymous