My Best Friend
When I was fifteen years old, my sister date a boy named David. Everyone loved him; not just my sister. My whole family. He was like an older brother to me. So when my sister broke up with him, we were all shocked.
Two years later, I ran into David. He and I began talking and became quick friends. A year after that meeting, he and I were extremely close friends. Everyone, including my sister was waiting for us to be a couple. In ways, it was as if we already were. I fell in love with him. I fell deep. I knew everything about him, and he knew everything about me. And we still loved and cared about each other.
Then we started talking about dating, and us possibly going somewhere. And he left me. When I told him I wanted All or Nothing, he picked nothing.
What do you do when you realize that the person you cared about the most does not care about you as much?