This is extremely personal but I just feel like sharing it on my blog.

There's this guy I knew since I was 14. And we talked, and talked. He was nice, but that was probably all I knew about him. 1 year later, he told me he liked me. I didn't know what to do and so I did what I thought was (hypothetically) right and I ignored him. For hours, for days, for months. He wrote love poems to me, I just put them aside. It was awkward.

3 years have passed. He decided to give it another shot and so he talked to me, again. Now that we were older, both of us handled things better. I stopped ignoring whatever I feared happen, and we became friends. Good friends. Soon, he got to know my family. My parents were very fond of him and they asked me if I would ever consider dating him. Deep inside me, I never wanted to date him. But I knew how good a husband or father he'd be in future.

Tonight was confession night. He told me how he felt about me and this time it felt different. I am positive that I'm in love with him, but only in a friend-love way. What's weird was, it's no longer awkward. Things went pretty well and we decided that we should only discuss this in future. I don't know how he's feeling right now but I'm feeling glad on my part. Glad I knew him, and glad things didn't turn out the way it did 3 years ago.

Nonetheless, I told him that friends change each other in one way or another. And he has definitely made me a better person, and I him.

Ok wow this is actually a very sentimental post it's probably time for bed goodnighty
P/S sorry for the post fiesta but I figured that I may not have time to post soon sooooooooooo