Kiss and Break Up

“I love you. I’ve always loved you. And I don’t know when exactly that love changed, or why it had me acting like more of a dickhead than normal, but I know it wasn’t recent. I know I’d be lying if I tried to say it was all brand new.” His throat bobbed. “Because it’s not new. What’s new is that I can finally recognize what I feel and admit it.”

“I love you.” His expression volleyed the admission, yet it still stunned me. “More than a friend should. The kind of love you fall into and desperately try to crawl out of, but it’s fucking futile.”

I was still dazed by my earlier revelation. Still trying to wrap my brain around the truth that had laid dormant for who knew how long.

A hidden truth unearthed. It was official. I’d fallen for my best friend, and she was breaking my black fucking heart.