There's a fine line between friends and those who pretend that they are.
Well, we're not just friends. But I think I'm the only one who knows that. What scares me the most is that you're never going to realize that my stares actually meant something. God, I look at you like you hung the stars on the sky. I adore you more than any cute puppies there are on this planet, and I freaking love puppies. But you know what? I'd still choose you over them.
I hate it when you treat me like I'm a princess and a nobody the next day. It hurts. I was there when she wasn't, you know? I get jealous when you're with someone else because I am secretly and hopelessly in love with you. I don't like it when you stare at someone and treat them the way you treat me. But what can I do? You keep on insisting that we're friends.
But friends don't look at me like you do.
Friends don't look at me from my eyes to lips when I'm talking.
Friends don't cuddle next to me like I'm the most precious thing there is.
Friends don't kiss friends like you did.
And I don't love my friends like I love you.
It's getting harder to look at you because when I stare at you ethereal eyes, I know you're all that I would ever want. Your goodnight kisses are the only thing I need to fall asleep.
Sometimes I wonder if you feel the same, but maybe there's this gut feeling in me that you probably don't so I never did asked you. Call me scared but I hate losing the only thing we have. And if all we'll ever be is just friends then I'd take that.
It sucks because I know how much you love someone who isn't me. I know you'd break me but why do I still keep on loving you.
You're a silent storm and I'll let you destroy me.
But falling in love with you wouldn't be the worst thing now, is it?
[i hope you like this short random musing]