I was sitting at my desk. I tried to write an essay that was due tomorrow. Normally I didn't haven't any problems of writing an essay. But this one was different. This one was to be supposed about myself.
Three weeks ago my professor gave this assignment and ever since that day I couldn't write it.
It was about life goals. How I see myself in ten years. What I wanted to accomplish in my life.
Of course, I thought about it. But the out come confused and scared me.
I just want to graduate college. And then a job I liked. Or becoming a writer. I wanted a house and someone who made me happy. Someone to start a family with. And that was the part that scared me the most.
When I thought about the person I wanted to wake up next to every day, only one person came to my mind. The only one I think of to share my life with was my best friend.
Since the first day we met, we were very close. We first shared a dorm. And when we moved in to the Bella'shouse we shared a room again. From that very first day we slept in the same bed.
She was always right there when I needed her. When I was sad or when I was happy. When I had something important to share, she was the first person I go to. She supported me. She calmed me when I was upset. She smiled with me when I was happy, cried with me when I was sad.
When I thought about it, I came to the realize that I fell for my best friend a long time ago. She really was the only one I wanted to share my successes with. But also the only one I wanted to share my insecurities and weaknesses with.
She was the first one I thought about when I woke up. And the last one when I snuggled up to before I fell asleep every night.
And then I knew. I was in love with her. She was my Queen. And I never wanted to live without her.
And that was the big problem. I couldn't write about that. We needed to read it aloud in class. And it was the only class I shared with her. And this wasn't something I wanted her to know. It would change everything. I wasn't ready to loose my best friend because of my stupid feelings.
But I had to write something. I just started to write everything down what I thought about. I would later edit it. Change it into some vague description of someone else so it wouldn't be obvious to her, it was about her.
But fate played a joke one me.
Somehow I fell asleep after writing it. And apparantly she found me sleeping at my desk. And she had read my essay. I didn't know that at first. It was when she woke me up to go to bed.
When I snuggled up to her and almost fell asleep she let me know that she had read it.
Before my eyes closed she whispered to me that she thought my essay was beautifully written.
"I love you to Ashley" were the last words I heard before I fell asleep.