For the first time in my life, I thought I had found my soul mate. In a short period of time, we had become the closest of friends. You knew me better than I knew myself.
We had the same favorite chocolate, the same favorite cereal, and watched the same shows. We had our own inside jokes that only we understood by a simple look of each other’s eyes.
I was your sidekick when you played your pranks on friends. You opened up to me out of no where about your family, about your ex, and about who you want to be.
You helped me through my first heart break, and helped me realize that the pain for one person wasn’t worth the happiness I had in my handful of real friends.
I didn’t realize I had fallen for you until I noticed that you had become my first thought in the morning and my last thought before I fell asleep.
Everyday I spent with you, we became closer and I wanted to be more than just a friend.
So, one night, I told you my feelings.
We walked around for two hours talking. You told me that you didn’t feel the same. You kept saying that if we got together, we might miss the actual “one” for us.
But I without a doubt, I thought you were the “one” for me.
You said to me everything that I thought about us - we had the same humor, we had the same thought process, and we just got each other. Except I wasn’t the one for you.
After the two hours passed, you told me that you felt like we had gotten closer. You wouldn’t make it weird. You said you wouldn’t say anything to anyone about that night.
You said that if we ever did got together, it would be amazing.
But all of that was just to keep me hopeful, because after that night, you stopped looking me in the eye, you distanced yourself from me, and you told our friends about my embarrassing moment.
You are my unrequited love.