You and Dallas were good friends, yall were close. You never really showed or expressed your feelings, you two were similar in that way. He was glad you never asked him about his feelings or talked about that stuff. He never really thought of you as more. Sure a few times he’d imagine what it be like but he knew it would never happen. Yall were too alike, you can’t have a relationship where no one talked about their feelings or opens up.

You two usually went to Bucks parties which ended up in yall always getting drunk. You’d usually ramble or say things that never made sense. Tonight was different. Somehow for some reason you say 3 words you thought you never say to another person. “I love you.”

It took Dallas a minute to process what you said. You loved him? It was the alcohol, it had to be. You’d told him before that you never said that to anyone or would ever.