people often complain about wanting to talk to their crush all the time.
that's not a problem for me, considering he's my best friend.
no one knows.
thank god no one knows.
if anyone knew, it would spread through my school like a contagious disease.
and then eventually, he'd find out.
it's not that i don't want him to find out.
i plan on telling him one day.
i'm just scared.
scared of him finding out, eventually drifting away from me so i don't get the hint he wants a relationship. that would be my biggest fear.
losing him.
all my fantasies about us two stay have to stay in my head.
it hurts, so badly when i realize they're only thoughts.
often, i think about holding his hand.
pulling him into my embrace.
showering him with all the affection i can give him.
maybe even things that might leave a firm aftermath in the crotch of my jeans.
when i can't bother to leave them in my thoughts, i write them down.
sometimes on paper.
sometimes on the notes app in my phone.
i have a shoebox in my room, holding a pile of looseleaf paper, scribbled on with words of pencil. some have spots crumpled from tears.
all of them are letters.
to him.
to george.
i know what you're thinking.
cheesy, isn't it?
but it helps me.
not in the way i want it to, but it helps me express.
maybe one day we'll be together.
maybe one day i'll look back at them.
maybe one day he'll love me the way i love him, and we could read some together.
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notes - dreamnotfound
Romanceclay, your average teenage boy. someone you'd pass by in the crowd that made up the highschool hallway, maybe someone you would have on your sports team. george, his best friend. and his one desire. (highschool au cause i enjoy writing them as teen...
