dear you,

affection is easy for some, difficult for others,

it's no surprise I'm the latter.

what was normal for you was everything to me. you thought nothing of it while I couldn't stop replaying it in my head.

every touch, embrace, and word only fed the miserable fantasy I kept inside. it didn't take long for me to fall, sinking deeper with each interaction.

with emotions and thoughts so strong, it's a miracle I kept it to myself for so long.

after all, how are you supposed to tell your closest friend something like that?

so even though I wish you knew, it was better to keep it all to myself.

love, j

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