That night. The memories. The overflowing love that seemed to choke me.
I remembered the day I met him. He called me to tell me something amusing. Since that event, he has been there for me. I shared my secrets and problems with him. I shared the joys and tears with him, and he would smile and tell me things will be alright. We were steadfast friends,until the time had come where emotions ran high and we became closer friends than before. But that was back then.
This was the reality.
I would walk past him, staring at my feet to avoid staring into his eyes. I would see from my peripheral vision that he was looking at me. We would pass each other without a single greeting. Without any words to exchange with each other. I would pretend to smile and laugh with my friends through all the pain. I would long for him to come near me and apologize for making that mistake. We were steadfast friends with feelings for each other. But now we were people who barely spoke to each other.
Although this is how it's been going on for almost a year, I never fail to smile when I see him. I never fail to blush when I think of his character, no matter how imperfect it may be. Most of all, I never fail to accept him, no matter how much of an idiot he is.
It is the last year of high school. I know that one of these days, one of us will have to give in to our feelings for one another. We might cry about it, or end up laughing about this shallow situation. But one thing's clear: The time will come when I can tell him that I have loved him and I will always be there. I will be able to summon my courage to hit him in the face and hug him after that. That time will come.