It was just a normal November afternoon. The cool breeze softly passing by, calming my nerves. But the calm would not last for long.
I was nose deep in a book when I felt something gently lay on my legs.
It was my best friend. The girl who had become my everything. She smiled warmly at me, prompting me to smile back.
I didn't know why, but that smile brought butterflies to my stomach.
It took me an hour or so to realize what had happened. Why I felt like I was flying just because of her smile.
I was in love. With my best friend, no matter.
Well, maybe not love. More like, capable of loving. A crush, so to speak.
It hit me hard. I had a crush on my best friend.
I loved her grayish blue eyes and how they lit up when she was talking about something she loved.
I loved the dorky way she walked when she was excited.
I loved her "take no shit" attitude that gave her that spark of a fighter.
I loved her laugh and how it brought music to my ears.
I loved her freckles that dotted every inch of her skin.
I loved her passion for art and how she was so clever with a pencil and paper.
I loved her for her flaws and quirks that only I got to see.
I loved everything about her.
But as much as I would love to make her mine, She will never see me that way.
So I'll take her friendship.
Because that is better than nothing at all.