Lemme tell you how the
first (and so far the last. yeah I know, pathetic right?) guy
confessed to me.
Let's call him... Mark...
During 4th grade, lunch, I was eating with him. We're best
friends, and everyone in the school knows it. He was about to get
up and leave to throw his food away, but I stopped him. It was
sudden, but I asked him, "Tell me who you like, please!!
I'm your best friend! I won't tell!"
He smiled that lovely smile of his, and said, "I'll tell
you the first letter. Y."
"Y?" I was confused, because nobody in the school had a
name that started with 'Y'. I started randomly guessing,
"Yovanne? Yolanda? Pleasee tell me?"
He laughed a little, then said,
"YOU."
We both smiled at each other, but never went out.
Never dated.
Just stayed as 'Best Friends'.
... I don't talk to him anymore.
Might be cheesy to you, but it's the most romantic thing
I've ever heard of.
