Oh yes another movie was done and another story to be told.
Why is it not like the movies? When everything falls in the category of “happy
ending”. Where all sorrows and bitterness will turn to laughs and tears of joy.
Why can it be? Why can it be the two of us?
I’ve always been in love with him. All this time I treated
him as my best friend, but the truth is I’m secretly in love with him, although
I keep saying it to him and he just take it as a joke. And I don’t give a shit
telling it to him because I know the answer. I never tried but I know what will
happen. I just know the answer.
The truth is I’m a liar. I never compare the present to my
past relationship; I always compare them to him. if my present relationship
turns to be like us. I know he’s not that tall, he’s not rich to buy me things
I want. He doesn’t have a car to drive me around whenever I get bored. But one
thing is for sure, he’s always there to listen to my problems, laugh with me
whenever I wanted to laugh and he’s the only guy in this world that can totally
bring the shit in me.
All I ever wanted was his attention. But as time goes by all
I ever wanted was his affection, his time and his love. And I guess I can’t
really take everything in the world. I’m just his gay best friend and nothing
will change. It will always be like this. I guess, he’s the best thing I never
had.
I always ask myself why I never have the guts to tell him
what I feel and I just ending up staring at his picture looking for an answer.
Now I know the answer. It is because we’ve been friends for a very long time
and I always don’t like rejections, especially if it is coming from him. I
never wanted our friendship to be over just because I fall in love with him and
don’t feel the same way. I never wanted things to end up just like that
He knows how much I like to touch his ear before we sleep
(oh yes we sleep together, but nothing happen I assure you). I like smelling
him his scent. I’m just addicted to him. I like it when he acts like he is
supposed to take care of me when I’m drunk but the truth is he has a low
toleration of alcohol than me. I like it when I can freely touch his hands,
bite his back whenever I want to, or at least punch him just because I’m bored.
I want his smile that light up my Monday whenever I see him. I like him because
he never gets tired of me; he never gets tired of our fights, he never gets
tired of chasing me whenever I walk out(although he never did). He never gets tire of texting me even though
I always text him crappy things and even I exceed my limit in words whenever
I’m not in the mood. He never gets tired of tolerating my little bratty wishes
whenever he can and one thing I love about him is that he’s a spoiler. He’s
everything a girl and a hopeless romantic gay could ever wish for.
I know he follows my blog, but I’m not sure if he reads my
articles. Probably he’ll ask me what the hell I’m thinking posting this. The
truth is I just want to let him know that I care for him and I love him. It’s
not because I’m drunk as of the moment or just because I’m not receiving a text
from him. I just love him the way I should love. If his answer is no then the
friendship is over, and there is no options if he says yes.