Better Left Unsaid

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My finger hovered over the 'search' button on my keyboard. This was stupid. Why was I even doing this? Before I let myself erase everything again, I hit the button, closing my eyes tightly.

"How do you tell your best friend you love them?"

What kind of question was that to ask Google?

When I finally opened my eyes, it didn't take me too long to realize that I wasn't the first person to go to Google when I needed serious advise.

After scrolling through a few sites, it was pretty unanimously declared that I shouldn't rush things.

Okay, I could do that. Just don't freak out when he talks to you, and remember to breath. I've totally got this.

Then I was supposed to look for signals. Maybe he had feelings for me too. There were a bunch of other things, too, about evaluating my feeling and realizing that this was going to change our relationship no matter what he said, and that I should know that rejection is possible. But all of that seemed like a lot to start with.

For now, I was going to look for signals.