The "best friend"
We all have that 1 person in our life when we want them to be more than just a friend. As a sister? Brother? Nope. But as a lover. So we wait for them, more than we could ever imagine. Somehow you're willing to wait for them, years after years without feeling bored. Is this "Love"? We wait for them, without them knowing that we actually like them more than just our best friends. But why? Why do we keep this such feelings to ourselves when we know it hurts us the most? How can this massive pain be so addictive? Is this "Love"? We keep it to ourselves because we might not want to ruin what we have with them. We don't want things to be awkward and end up destroying our many years of friendship with them. Until 1 day we are ready and we finally have the courage to tell them. In hoping they have the same feelings for us. But how? How do we keep the feelings hidden for so many years but yet have the courage to tell them now? Is this "Love"?