I didn\u2019t plan this.
Honestly, falling for you wasn\u2019t on my checklist.
At first, you were just my person,
my safe place,
the one who made the world feel a little less loud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Over time, though, things began to shift.
At first, it was subtle.
Then gradually, your smile started feeling like home.
And suddenly, your laughter became the soundtrack to my peace.
Without warning, my heart began hoping for more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Still, I kept quiet.
Why? Because I know the value of what we already have.
Because risking our friendship felt like gambling with something sacred.
And truthfully, I didn\u2019t want to mess it up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There were moments I nearly told you. Even though I smiled at your stories about others, Because you mattered. On some days, I\u2019d ask myself: Moreover, what if you pull away? Yet even with that fear, there\u2019s a louder voice inside me that keeps whispering, So here I am, writing what I can’t say. Maybe I\u2019ll tell you one day. Until then, I\u2019ll cherish what we are,
Like when your hand brushed mine and time froze for a heartbeat.
Or when we laughed too long, and for a second, I thought maybe felt it too.
But then doubt would crawl in, whispering,
\u201cWhat if you ruin everything?\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
deep down, I was breaking.
Each time you mentioned someone new,
I clapped on the outside but crumbled on the inside.
And yet, I stayed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Because what we had was real, even if it wasn\u2019t romantic.
Because losing the late-night chats, the random memes,
the way we could sit in silence and still feel understood,
would\u2019ve been too much to bear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What if you’re just waiting for me to say it first?
What if you’ve been hiding your heart too?
But then again, what if I speak up and everything changes?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What if the ease between us becomes awkward glances and half-finished texts?
That\u2019s the fear that holds my words hostage every time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou deserve clarity.\u201d<\/em>
\u201cYou deserve to be loved out loud.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hoping that these words reach the version of you that might love me back.
Because, honestly, I\u2019m tired of pretending that this is just friendship.<\/em>
It\u2019s more.
At least, for me, it is.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Maybe I\u2019ll choose honesty over fear.
Or maybe\u2026 I\u2019ll keep this love folded like a letter never sent,
safe but silent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
even if we never become what I hope for.
And I\u2019ll keep loving you, quietly but completely,
in a way that only best friends-turned-almost-lovers ever truly understand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n