From the moment you broke my crayons in class that day, I knew then that there was something about you. Couldn’t pinpoint what, but you had something no other had. We grew up together. Always finished each other’s sentences because we would basically read each other’s minds. You were someone I admired; someone I could tell my secrets to but never did for fear hearing your point of view.

I wanted you to tell me. Speak those words that were afraid to leave my lips. But for lack of better judgment, I waited. Waited until you’d find courage to tell me, but I was delusional. You never loved me back.

The truth is, I was too damn scared to know what your reaction will be if I told you the truth. So I’ve decided to write it in a letter instead. You know, if there was something I could do that would prevent the future awkwardness between us, I would. But there isn’t, and I’m sorry.

I’ve come to the decision that this will be the part of the letter where I’m going to be impulsive and just say it. Yes, I finally admit that I, Rae, your best friend, am in love with you.

a/n:

The idea of telling someone you love them is scary for me, so i decided to whip up a short story about how one is madly in love with her best friend, but is too damn scared to admit it. It just sort of came to me. I took many of the guys that I used to like and kind of fused them all into one character which was basically made into the objection of affection in this story. Although, it's short, I really had a lot of fun writing this.