I don't know how it happened. I love him. Plain and simple. It just sprang itself on me and now, I have no idea what to do. I don't want to tell anybody for fear that he might find out. I'm not even sure how I came to love him. It's just there.
I'm still just his friend and I really would have preferred it to stay that way.
But this nonsense has to stop now. I worked so hard to down those walls of ice that stopped him from seeing me.
I can't let my emotions overrule me.
I hate him for this. It's all his fault, he knew it. The whole time he just stood by and let it happen. With his arrogant smirk and overly large head.
No. It can't be his fault. I'm the one who let myself fall for the enemy. I made a deal with the devil.
But I can see I'm not the only one who has deceived themselves.
You see, as I'm being my logical self and trying to think of a rational explanation to this phenomenon, he's holding me. Whispering how much he needs me to return his love, his longing.
And all I can do is nod.
Because I'm too shocked to speak, and then he kisses me and I lose everything I've worked so hard to keep. My reasoning, my logic. All gone.
He shows me that he needs me. Then, I stop and look him directly in the eye.
"I love you too." I say.
His normally stormy eyes brighten. "I'm so glad." He whispers.
And then… I love him.
My enemy, my friend, my lover.
