My Random Stories

To say I was expecting it to happen, would be a true statement. I knew you liked me. I knew you wanted to be with me. I knew that you had a thing for me. I knew you wanted to be with me. You already were with me, but you wanted more. You wanted to listen to my intimate stories while we cuddled. You wanted us to send each other silly and romantic messages. You wanted us to share each other, but most of all be in love with each other. You wanted us to stop calling each other best friends and become a couple. I pretended not to see it. I pretended I did not notice your feelings. The way you hugged me. The way you touched me. The way you looked at me. The way you were always eager to listen to my stories. You liked me. You adored me. In your eyes I could see that you were planning our future. All I had to do was accept your proposal and ask you out. I did not want us to be together more than friends. I wanted things to remain as they were. I thought things would be weird and awkw