'I want to see you.'
'I want to spend time with you.'
Such thoughts circulated in his head. He wouldn't admit that the thought of his best friend came to his mind every single minute of the day.
With everything going in his life, he felt like if he could see him, even just for a little while, everything was going to be okay.
He glanced at his phone expectantly, ever so often throughout his day. Hoping in his small heart for the familiar sound of the notification to ring.
A special sound that rang only for him.
But it never came.
He had no right to be feeling disappointed all on his own.
It was selfish to be feeling this way.
It was cowardly to keep quiet too.
Why did it have to be so complicated?
In the rare occasions that it did rang, he felt so happy. Too happy. Much more than he would like to admit.
'Did he think of me as much I think of him?'
If the thought of him crossed his mind every once in a while, then he was glad.
Perhaps relieved he wasn't forgotten.
Why couldn't he just pick up his phone and send one little text if he so desired?
'Do I miss you? Maybe.'
'Do I like you..?'
He doesn't have an answer for that.
It the end, he couldn't say anything.
Maybe some things are better left unsaid.
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Fanfiction"Do I miss you? Maybe." "Do I like you? ..." Brett and Eddy has been having some friendship problems. Between juggling university, social life and internal emotional turmoil, will they finally find each other again? [Disclaimer: This is simply a wor...
