He slipped up today while he was texting me. Months and months of continuously being told that we'd always just be friends, holding onto the silly thought in the back of my head that once we were together again I'd have a better shot at being with him… Constantly putting fear and the thoughts of pain behind me and confessing my love for him only to not have it returned.
It's been going on for almost a year now.
I couldn't be with anyone, couldn't let my down my heart's walls even for the thought of being with another person. I tried and I tried to convince myself that there really is nothing between us and that it's far past time for me to move on from him. We'd just be friends.
Best friends forever.
We talk constantly- every free second is another text or pictures sent back and forth. It's constant 'I love you''s from my end, 'I miss you' from both; it's a picture every night before he goes to bed. It's sneaking by unforgiving and forbidding parents, risking everything to simply speak to one another. It's constantly being reminded that he has feelings for someone else and constant remarks brushed off even though they held words that rang true. It's jealousy of me talking to someone else with no explanation.
It's a reality I've come to accept- never be able to understand, but accept it nonetheless.
But today he slipped up. He got angry and jealous, and for a split second, his thoughts were hazy. It was only one line, something someone might miss, but something I couldn't take my eyes off, something that began a whole other conversation that lead to tears from both sides and an unresolved issues before he had to go.
He told me he was in love with me too.
And then I woke up. Back to my reality.
A/N: So tell me, readers who may come across this… Is he in love with her too?
Let me know, for there may be a short story that goes further into detail- but only a maybe for now.