My heart stutters. I stare at the blinking cursor for far too long before I start typing again.
@OneLastLine:
You’ve been such a great friend to me. Honestly, you’ve helped me restore my faith in humanity a little.
So I need to open up and get your advice on something.
I feel like I can talk to you about absolutely anything, without any kind of judgment.
But I haven’t been completely honest.
Lately, I’ve been… confused. There’s someone else, we work together, and I can’t seem to stop thinking about him.
There’s a long pause. I almost regret sending it. My fingers tremble a little as I wait for his reply.
@HalfWritten:
You like him.
@OneLastLine:
I don’t know. Maybe? It’s complicated.
I really value what we have, and I don’t want to hurt you or make this weird. You’re… important to me. You know that, right?
@HalfWritten:
I know.
You don’t have to apologize. Feelings aren’t something you owe anyone an explanation for.
@OneLastLine:
Still, it doesn’t feel fair. You’ve been so good to me.
@HalfWritten:
You deserve good things.
And if this guy respects you, cares about you and makes you smile, then that’s where you should be.
@OneLastLine:
You’re really okay with that?
@HalfWritten:
Truth be told, I wish I could be that person.
But if he deserves you—if he’s lucky enough to see what I see—then good for him.
Follow your heart. Don’t hold back because of me, or because of anyone else for that matter.
My throat tightens. My fingers hover over the screen, unsure how to respond.
@OneLastLine:
You’re kind. Too kind honestly.
