I broke my friend’s heart a while ago. I never really knew he cared about me the same way I did. There were some signs but I thought he was just fooling around and I never wanted to mess up our friendship so I stayed quiet. I found out a few days ago that I broke his heart. That explains why he acts so weird when I’m around. It’s too late now but I think I love him.
Moral of the story: Tell them, or don’t, and be miserable like both of us were and am.
