I really liked him and we were good friends. I didn't say anything because I
didn't want to ruin our friendship or anything like that. So I kept my mouth
shut and just continued to look him in the eyes and hold back the urge to
tell him how I felt about him. So, yeah, we ended up becoming even better
friends and I continued to fall more and more in love with him.
So since we were such awesome friends, I invited him to my birthday party
like friends do. But I made a mistake by inviting a girl that he really liked,
too! Well. while he was flirting with her, I just ran away and every time I got
the chance, I chucked a water balloon at him! But he ended up getting mad
because I was getting everyone else to gang up on him.
But the real trouble came when he was in the middle of a ping-pong game
with HER (the girl he liked). He was being sick minded and I yelled at him.
He stormed off in a total fit of anger, so i followed him. When I got outside
where he was sitting I told him that I was sorry about what I had said and he
was still very angry. So I told him I was just ticked about something that he
wouldn't care about. But of corse, he said he would so.....I finaly got the
courage to tell him the truth.
"Kyle......I like you more than anyone could ever know." I said. But he just
stood there and didn't say anything (at least thats what I think, earlyer that
day I had a panick attach and I had had one again at the time) so I just
kissed him on the cheek and ran off into the house, and the next thing I
remember, I was laying on my bastment floor with two of my friends by my
side. I tryed to stand up, thinking it was all a crazy dream. But when I got
upstairs, one of my friends asked him if it was true and he said yes.
I talked to him a while after that and he said, "sorry but I don't like you like
that." Then he just walked away and contuinued with what ever it was he
doing. So I stood there, conpletealy broken. I gave him ym heart and he
tore it in tiny bits. But yet I still loved him.
Although this hassn't acualt happened yet, this is what I plan to happen,
and know that it will.
He will grow up into a young man and forget all about me and the good
times that we spent together. He will find that one girl that he wants to be
with forever and ever. He will invite me to his wedding and say his vowes
while I sit there and watch in horor. I will not speek up when the minister
asks why these two should not be wed. I will sit, slowly dieing on the inside.
And when it all ends, my heart will be in too many bits to pick up and put
together agian. So I will just sit in sorow and think of what could have been.