It’s been nearly 30 seconds since I uttered the three words of how I feel, yet you’ve said nothing. In fact, you aren’t even looking at me. You’re staring at the 2am city skyline over the railing of the rooftop we’re standing on, the party still going on downstairs.

It’s pretty windy up here…maybe you didn’t hear me…? I think silently to myself, just watching you.

We’ve been close friends for awhile now, but if I’m honest I’ve always felt like there’s more with us than just friendship. I’m not delusional, either, because other people have mentioned it to me. We hug a little longer than other close friends, we stare at each other with a different type of gaze, being even slightly tipsy around each other is a cause for alarm.

Which is why as the party started to die down, I brought you upstairs to the rooftop for a bit of fresh air, feeling confident and unworried about finally getting my feelings off my chest.

But why haven’t you responded to me yet?