Anonymous Confession 1
I’ve never told you any of this. At least, not in a way that you’d ever know I was really talking about you.
I think about you every single day. I have ever since we became good friends, but it took me a long time to sort out my feelings for you. Way longer than it should have.
We both dated other guys in the meantime, but I was always holding out for you a little bit in the back of my mind. Crazy, I know.
I never felt good enough for you. I still don’t. I think you’re way out of my league. I think we’d be cute together, though. We’d be just weird enough to work.
I love that my thinly veiled attempts to spend more time with you never raised any flags, because it means that you never knew or never wanted to show that you knew because that would mess up our friendship.
You have the most genuine, beautiful smile I’ve ever seen and it makes me feel safe to see it. That and your eyes are the outward manifestations of your innocence and your charm, your wonder at the world, and your passion.
We’ll likely never be together, now more than ever because I don’t know if or when I’ll see you again, and that’s okay because as much as I wanted to be able to call you mine, I’m just as happy to call you a great friend.
