You liked him so much it was nauseating. You couldn’t cope anymore, couldn’t distract, and you certainly couldn’t fake it till you made it. You thought you could tough it out until the end of your senior year. You two would go your separate ways anyhow.

Yet, you felt a constant pressure on your chest, a weight from holding these feelings in. It was a rare time—when Dean wasn’t dating anyone. Single as can be.

You almost felt guilty. Like you prayed on the downfall of his relationships in hopes he might look your way. You tried to be supportive, you really did, but you could only pit other people’s feelings first so many times.

Part of you wondered if you were foolish for doing this. He was your best friend after all, your other half. Would this be jeopardizing that friendship? Ruining a pure platonic soulmates situation? All you know is you would rather have him as a friend, than not at all.

He called you up, as he’d been doing more often since the breakup, and asked if he could come over.

Your heart pounds in your chest—this would be your chance. Maybe, just maybe, you could finally utter the words of the confession that’s been brewing in the back of your mind for months now. Maybe even years.