Three and a half years.
That’s how long we’ve been friends.
That’s how long I’ve liked you.
Three months ago.
When you started liking me too.
Do you still like me? You kiss my forehead and cheek, you hold my hand, you hug me like you mean it. I look into your eyes, and every time, I can’t breathe for a split second.
Ever since I started liking you, I’ve wished on every shooting star, every 11:11, even prayed that you would like me too. One night, you made all those wishes come true. You made me feel loved, at least for a few hours.
I’ve never had a boyfriend. You know why? I’ve always wanted you to be my first. First love, first kiss, maybe even my husband someday. Maybe that’s just wishful thinking.
What I really wanted to say was, I think I might love you. I’m not entirely sure, since I’ve never loved someone before. I just want you to know, but I’m worried about what you might say or think.
Will you love me too? or would you ignore me, knowing how I feel about you?
I just with you’d let me know before it’s too late.