You were my best friend.
We laughed and told each other secrets
Always count on each other.
Fights here and there but made up

Until one day you told me your secret.
As I too was the same as you
Felt even more connected.
You made me feel comfortable
Smiles, warmth, sane.

Few months passed and I started to feel
Something inside felt alive.
Came when I was around you but left when your presence was gone
Made me feel nervous and anxious around you.
Didn’t know how to control it.

Asking around what this feeling meant
They call it “liking someone very strong”.
Wow! Could I like my best friend?
Thoughts running through my mind
Hmmm I guess I could like my best friend.

Months passed and the feeling grew even more stronger
Told our friends that I liked you
Awing and saying it was “cute” that I liked you
Wondered why they thought it was cute?
Did they not take me serious?
Ignoring their comments
I grew confidence.

I decided it was time.
Time to tell you
That I liked you.
When the moment came
Confidence and shyness fought
to see who would overcame who
Both balanced on the scale
Looking and waiting for you
Until I finally had found you.

Called your name out and our eyes met
As you walked towards me the nervousness grew
Wanting to keep whatever I needed to tell you bottled up
We were both happy with our friendship
As I finally had the guts to tell you
Your expression kind of changed

Told me you didn’t want our friendship to end
To get “ruined” if we dated and then break up
I told you it wouldn’t affect our friendship
But your answer didn’t change

Hurt in the inside but told you it was okay
But the thing is
If you didn’t feel the same for me
Why could you have just said those exact words?
You say it was so our friendship wouldn’t be ruined but I ask myself
“Why aren’t you here anymore? With me? Oh right you didn’t want to ruin our friendship