To The Best Friend I'm In Love With

I’m sorry I messed up you. I shouldn’t be sorry for something we both are feeling. We are too much in love with each other, but neither of us will admit this feeling just because we are scared to fall.

Falling hurts. Doesn’t matter where or how you fall- stairs may break your bones, but love will only break your heart.

The tragedy of our story is that we’re breaking our own hearts instead of each other’s

Also, don’t you dare to say that what we are feeling is just a part of growing up. It’s not

I have grown up to be 24 only because of that one phrase you said three years ago: “you must know an awful lot of people. Out of which, you have connected with twenty of them, and most of them don’t like your attitude – as you tell me – but just think about it. There are seven billion more people who think nothing about you. They see you at a party and they find you cute. They see you helping a person in need and they thing you are kind”. You emptied all my sadness and filled me with words.

You shouted I love you at the mall the other day and laughed about it later. You said, “you should have looked at your face.” Dear best friend, I noticed myself, too. I was blushing.

We were on a call when you were at the airport, too sleepy to control our tongues. I whispered ‘I love you’ and maybe you replied ‘I love you too’ and that was it.