His lips were inches from mine. I could feel the heat radiating off his body. I could smell his woodsy, forest pine sent that I have grown to love, drawing me in. He was dangerously close now. I could feel his breath dancing across my lips. All I could see was him. Almost has if the rest of the world was non existent. It was just him and I. His dark brown eyes, intoxicating.
Was I really about to kiss my best friend? My light in a world of darkness, the one who saved me from my own depression. Did I really love him? Love him more than just a friend? Was I ready to give what was left of my heart to him? In the end, I didn't really know why I was asking myself these questions, when I knew in my heart the answer was yes.
I didn't just love him as a friend. No. It was more than that. He, was more than that. I don't know why I didn't realize it before.
These past few months didn't mean nothing, they meant everything. Each day we spent together from riding our bikes, to just hanging out, little did I know I was falling for my best friend, Jacob Black