We started out as friends.
Are we going to stay like that?
In thought as I stared at the Buckingham Palace.
I was just so majestic that I wanted to live and there get married, have kids…. with Zayn.
Yes, that’s my ultimate dream. To be with him forever.
He was everything I’ve ever wanted.
And yet I lost him.
Because… maybe we weren’t really cut up for each other.
I’ve tried to confess my feelings for him countless times.
I bluff.
He makes me feel nervous.
And sometimes it just wasn’t the right time.
I remember when we were 12.
We were sitting under the mango tree.
I was just about to tell him that I liked him,
“You know, Zayn. A lot of people admire you. Don’t feel down. Just because you’re not the most popular kid in school doesn’t mean you’re nothing. Actually I kind of…”
He shouted.
“I’ve got it! I know what’s wrong with me! My name. Zain is just not cool enough to get noticed. Why don’t we change it to Z-A-Y-N?”
He was so excited that I almost wanted to cry.
I mustered up all my courage just to say those words.
“Uh. Yeah, Do that, I bet everyone will love you when you change your name’s spelling.” I sarcastically said.
“Really?” He didn’t get it. He was just too happy.
“Yeah, in fact, I’ll treat you for some ice cream at Swensen’s to have an advanced celebration.”
“Oh, Karabear… You really are the greatest…”
Greatest what?
“Best friend”
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