Friday the 9th, 12:00 am
I can’t get you out of my mind.
I can’t just keep you as a friend.
I can’t stop picturing you in bed.
And I can’t imagine you can’t be mine.
Every time I see you my heart skips its beat.
To be honest I wish I could just breathe…
Our friendship means everything to me.
You are my everything.
Yet I can’t have your everything to myself.
Why, why do I feel this? Why do I love you the way you never did?
Tell me what is wrong with me… What can’t you find in me?
Don’t I reach your standards or is it because we are friends?
Why can’t you see how much I love you, how much I want you,
how much I need you beyond being a friend.
Keeping this to my self is just killing.
Seeing others flirting with you scorches me.
I think my jealousy is wrapped up in my own pride I think my affections are perfectly fine.
I don’t want you to have the idea that I am falling madly in love with you for one reason
that I don’t want what I have to change I can’t afford losing you.
I am afraid of what my confession will destroy.
Today you looked beautiful in a way that I was so close to confess.
Then some douchebag came and asked you for a dance.
I held this secret for too long now.
Affections unuttered as to
Avoid the coming clutter of our simple, beautiful, unexplained friendship.
I want to look into your eyes and tell you:
I love you.
Yes! I love you as a friend.
But no, I love you as my secret lover.
Friday the 9th, 10:00 am
This is the last letter written by my best friend…
I wish I had confessed my love to him too.
I love you.
Rest in peace.
Posted on December 5, 2013 by 7ala Abdullah
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