You’ve been here for me as long as I can remember. I can still picture you with your bowl cut and chubby cheeks in pre-school. Fast forward 14 years and here we are in college together, with stress on the word together.
We’re together all the time, we eat lunch together, dinner, go to the movies. After me and my ex broke up, you’ve been the only one who really understands what I’ve been going through. You walked clear across campus at midnight just to make sure I was ok.
Lately you’ve really been confusing me. Some of the comments you make have me wondering if you maybe, just maybe, might have feelings for me. You’re all I’ve been thinking about, and I would really like to know how you feel.
The thing that gets me is that you are the slowest person alive when it comes to talking about your feelings, it’s like pulling teeth to ask how you’re feeling. For Pete’s sake, it took you four years to tell the girl you were in love with that you had feelings for her! I just wish I could read your mind sometimes. If I knew it wouldn’t totally wreck our friendship, I’d march over to your place right now and tell you how I feel. I just wish I knew how you’d take it…