I waited all these years.
Maybe, I waited too long for you that I missed my chance. Maybe, all my friends were right. Maybe, that was your ultimate move but I failed to see it. I failed to see how you struggled to say those words. I failed to hear them as much as you meant them. I thought that it was only because we were best friends.
Damn right. We were best friends. And I thought it will just be like that for the rest of our lives.
So why am I sulking that you moved on from our friendship? Why do I feel a tinge of resentment every time I see your face.
Why do I feel freaking jealous?
I almost took the risk of telling you the exact same words I’ve been wanting to hear for the past 10 years. Yet, I chickened out.
Because I know you. I know you well enough that you will brush it off like I did back then.
I am not good with subtle hints. Sure, I can see them but I never took them as your “hints” because you never confirmed them.
So, maybe I was the girl who waited too long and missed her chance.
So much for waiting.