He looked me dead in the eye, and asked the one question I had been dancing aroung for months.
“Are you in love with me?â€? The words swirled in my ear dancing around until they rested deep into my heart.
The honest answer, yes, oh god yes. More than life itself. I just couldn’t make myself tell him. He didn’t like me that way. What difference did it make. He was happy. He loved her, he still does, im just his friend. So than why was he asking?
“well?â€? His eyebrows pulled together in that way that always killed me. I shook my head no, I wanted him to be happy, he couldn’t do that if he felt sorry for me.
A relieved smile spread across his face.
“Oh thank god. I was freaked. That would really make things miserable for the both of us. I mean you’re my best friend.â€? He said in a way that was meant to be comforting.
“Yeah.. exactly.â€? I said.
I died a little bit more with each word.
“Well, me and Brooke have a date, so I’ll see you later, right?â€?
I nodded, and started home to write my suicide letter.