As I sit in his desk, writing a letter for him with all these thoughts and words for him before I leave the city. I glanced over at his pure and beautiful face as he sleep on his bed.

We’re not quite lovers so I tell everyone we’re just friends, it’s easier that way. we hang out alone, he met my friends, he call me all the time. And sometimes for a moment, I’ll catch him looking at me with a little too much love in his eyes. But we’re just friends, he makes sure to tell me regularly. He doesn’t want me to get the wrong idea. I try not but when he calls me, I pick up. When he needs someone to talk to, I’m there. And when he needs a ride somewhere, I’m halfway out the door with keys in my hands. When I left for school, I thought he beg me to stay. He didn’t of course because we’re just friends.

I only see him when the sun goes down. But he tells me it’s because my eyes sparkle in moonlight. I sometimes wonder if we will sit on this line forever, the line between lovers and friends. But I think I crossed it somewhere. And I think he did too. But he won’t admit it. I think we both want the same thing, to feel loved. The difference is, I wanted to be him and he’ll never see me in the day light.

As I walked my way to the airport. My phone ring in my pocket. Taking it out to see him calling me. A faint soft smile form my face as I picked up to hear him sniffle and shaking breath.

“Please don’t leave…Zack…” my heart aches as I hear his tearing voice.

“Is only for two years…” I reassure. Turning around, I was surprised as my eyes widen a little to see him. Out of his bed, holding the letter I wrote him this morning before leaving, tears falling down as he look at me in frustration and sad eyes. My heart ache again.