That night, when we were driving back from Philly. It was late. It was raining. It was just you and me. You asked me the one question that I thought I would be ready to answer if I ever heard did get the opportunity to hear it from you. I played this scene in my head over and over. I practiced what I was going to say. I wanted to be bold and tell you everything.
That night, when we were driving back from Philly. It was late. It was raining. It was just you and me. You asked me the one question that I thought I would be ready to answer if I ever heard did get the opportunity to hear it from you. I played this s... hope stories
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jocelynvargas
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I’m in love with my best friend.

That night, when we were driving back from Philly. It was late. It was raining. It was just you and me. You asked me the one question that I thought I would be ready to answer if I ever heard did get the opportunity to hear it from you. I played this scene in my head over and over. I practiced what I was going to say. I wanted to be bold and tell you everything.

But when I heard the question, my heart stopped. You asked me if I like you as more than a friend. You asked me to keep it a bean. To be real with you.

But how could I tell you that I love you more than I’ve ever loved anyone in my entire life. That I have felt like this for a really long time. That I’m scared everyday to lose you and when I look at you, I feel the love of God in a way that seems foreign. You are God’s love wrapped up into one person. You are everything to me.

Even when you laugh, my whole world stops because I don’t want to miss seeing you in pure joy for those couple of seconds. It’s not fair. Why do I feel this way. It’s wrong on so many levels because I know that this is exactly how I feel, yet I haven’t told you. I know what I want, but I am too much of a coward to say the words out loud to you. And the worst part is that you probably don’t even suspect a thing.

Whatever our souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. You are grace. The true definition of a gentleman. Of how a man of God is supposed to be. And you probably didn’t even notice this, but I kept on catching myself staring at you while you were driving. Your focus was on the road. But my focus was on your beautiful face. I wanted to kiss you so many times. I wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. How I didn’t ever want to leave that car.

The ride was 1 hour and 34 minutes, but I wanted it to last forever. That might sound crazy, and whimsical. But it’s how I felt. And even with feeling all of those things. My answer to your question was a simple “no”.

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