Friend In The Process

but he loved me. I wondered why he could not understand that it was love. 

When he told me how he felt about me and asked me what feeling it was, I wanted to say 'love'. But then I stopped myself. What right did I have to say something so important like this when I was afraid to say it myself?

What if I gave my heart to him completely to the point that if he did not want me anymore, I would be useless and would not be able to do anything else? If I fell harder for him, I would not be able to live without him then. It was dangerous to fall for him.

Perhaps I was crazy. But I took the dangerous path and was preparing my heart for the worse. I was falling for him more and more each day and I was not even trying to stop myself. For some reason, I did not want to wait too long to tell him that what he was feeling was 'love' and I felt the same way. 

I hugged him tightly and rubbed my face against his chest. His deep masculine scent filled my nostrils.