i used to have a best friend who was in love with me. i knew it, but i don’t think he ever knew i knew. i gave him hints, told him things to push him to confess. but he never did. then i asked him to be my fake boyfriend to scare off this guy at work, and he took it seriously. in the end, i ‘broke up’ with him because someone else confessed to me. it was never going to work out between us, anyway; we’re literally from different worlds.
he cried. i cried. it was a mess. he doesn’t talk to me anymore and i miss him.
(i wish i had the courage to not care about god or family and just followed my heart)