I like my friend. I’m married but I can’t help not thinking about him. I don’t think this feeling is as strong as something called love. Sometimes I wonder maybe I’m just craving for that wooing feelings kind of thing. But this still s****. I thought maybe he likes me too but we know there’s a line we cannot cross. And to say that I like him, sometimes I think maybe I’m just liking the idea of him that I created my head. Not like, the REAL him.
