The thing about love is that you don't know exactly when it happens. And for some reason, you're never bound to know or fully understand its mysteries. You just find yourself falling fast, falling hard.
I still remember the way your face lit up when you finally found the courage to ask the girl of your dreams out on a date. And as your close friend, I know I should've felt happy for you. The way you were happy about it. I should've had the enthusiasm to support you. But all I felt that time was a sharp pain in my heart. And in that moment, I knew, I was in love with you.
Now I am lost.
You used to be the first person whom I always talked to whenever I'm having it hard. But this time, I cannot share my agony with you. I cannot tell you that it's all because of you.
I used to feel overjoyed whenever we're together. But now, all I feel is torture whenever I'm with you. I used to tell you all my secrets, but you became one of them instead.
You were the best friend I always wished I could have. You were always there, even if I didn't have to ask. But maybe, being friends is just how we're supposed to be. Maybe that's all we could ever be.
I guess it's best that you'll never know about how I feel for you. No matter how hard it is, I will stay by your. And I'll try to pretend that I'm fine even if in reality, I'm badly hurting myself in the process by loving you secretly. I will be here supporting you unconditionally, seeing you pursue your happiness with someone else. Because at the end of the day, all I want is for you to be truly happy.
Isn't that what friends are for?