There was this guy who liked me. Too much. Enough to annoy me. I knew he expected I would like him too someday even after knowing I had no such feelings for him. That annoyed me more.
Everybody knew his love was genuine. He did care for me a lot. But, it's my choice too right I cannot like just anybody who likes me. I did consider him a good friend and respected him too. But his love for me was driving me insane. It was so sweet everywhere no fun only smiles and all. Ugh. I fought with him. And started hanging out with other people.
That's where came in my life a guy who was very, very funny. I gave in all my efforts to become friends with him. I really liked him. P.S as friends. Not my Prince Charming material. At all.
Each day, was so amazing with him. Life seemed complete with a friend like him. We were so happy together.
Until when.. We got so close that started expecting from each other. It wasn't a good sign. And then we kissed.. Is this love? I don't know! All I know is, I just love to see him smile, I love to see him happy .. I just love what he is to me.
