Maybe I've always been afraid to truly admit it. To say it out loud. That I loved you. All those years ago, the whole time we were "friends", I loved you.
As you pined for other girls.
Even when you told me how this certain girl was unattainable.
As you were telling me how you were wooing a new girl.
When your heart got broken
When we took a "break"
When you needed me, again
When you broke my heart
All those times I had always hoped. That somehow you would realize in the end, that you loved me too. That all along, it was me that you needed. Because I had always been the one who was there. But it never happened. Whether or not you had feelings for me, I have no idea. Maybe you did, but you didn't feel it was strong enough to pursue. That it was too complicated perhaps. That I was too good a friend to lose.
Or maybe you just didn't. Period.
And in the end, we both lost.
Or maybe I was the only one who did.
