She was one of my best friends in highschool. We remained friends through college, but it just wasn't the same. As with all the could-have-beens in my life, she went on to find a boyfriend right after it was clear that we were just friends.
We used to talk all the time. She's a sweet little thing. I love her to bits. It was another case of my heart telling me to do something, but my head refusing because it was too distraught.
I missed her when she got into a relationship. I missed her when she got new friends. I missed her when I'd see her around and not know anything about her life.
This one time she was crying. She was going through a break up. I was there to comfort her. And in the middle of her sobs, she paused to ask me why I tell her that I love her. Looking back, it was very foolish of me to have been telling her that. Maybe I added to her confusion. But I did love her. Maybe not in a romantic way (okay, almost in a romantic way) but I cared for her and was genuinely concerned for her.
Yes, those were the days of my foolish youth. And my actions still have repercussions to this day.
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