My Wonderful Day.
I told my best friend I loved him today. He just sat there for a good fifteen minutes. We just… sat there. Staring. Finally, I cleared my throat. He looked torn. Then he turned to me and said, “I’m sorry. But… I don’t… like you… like that.”
I knew this much already. “I know,” I replied. “And I apologize for the poor timing, but I really needed to tell you.” (He was about to ask a girl two years older than him to be his girlfriend.)
He stared some more. “How… how long?”
“Have I been in love with you? Approximately a year and a half.”
He mouthed, “Wow.” Then he took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. “I… I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. There’s nothing either of us can really do about it.” (By the way, on the inside, I’m pretty much ripping in half.) “I just don’t want this to change our friendship.”
“I don’t think it will,” he said, finally looking into my eyes. “You’re one of my best friends.”
I half-smiled, fighting back tears. “Yeah.”
Then I went home and cried my eyes out.