I told Boy I like him. Which was, surprisingly, one of the best things I could have possibly done.
I don’t worry about it anymore but we are still the best of friends.
Good/bad. = /
And guess what? My heart isn’t broken. Or even cracked. Just a little bruised, I think.
Mostly I am just surprised he didn’t know. Boys are so oblivious sometimes… Haha.
But I’m glad I did it.
Also, since I’m not waiting for him anymore I can look at all the men Othello has to offer.