Her perfume lingers in my room long after she's gone. I knew that I was in over my head from the moment she stepped into my room.
I wonder if she felt what I felt, if her heart pounded, and every inch set on fire? When she kissed me back...I couldn't believe it.
What's the matter with me? I collapse on the bed, wishing I could take it all back. The best minutes of my life may cause me to lose her.
Why can't I just be the friend? Why do I have to want more than that? I rub my face when the feeling of her lips creeps into my mind.
Oh. That's why.
I've been fooling myself, convinced that I could stand to be around her. It was easier when we were kids.
I shouldn't push this any further. She's got a guy right now, and it won't be fair to make her choose...but I also know what I felt.
She answered the questions that I've been dying to ask for all of these years.
She'll end things with him sooner or later, I'm sure. It won't hurt to wait a little longer. For now, I'll keep these memories and figure out how to climb out of this hole.