I was well aware of what he was trying to do. I knew — or at least I assumed — that he was trying to get me say that I like him, or have feelings for him. I knew he was aware of it now and I knew about his feelings towards me. We’re both fine with it, but still, none of us confessed. I still refused to do so. I want him, but I couldn’t say the words. At some point, I wondered when will he say what he felt towards me, or if he even had plans on telling me about it. Was he shy? Or was he thinking that even if he confessed his feelings, our relationship might not work out? He was approximately more than seven thousand five hundred plus miles away for crying out loud. Who can be sure that there will always be an internet connection?What if one day it completely disappears and I don’t know how else to contact him? There was a lot of reasons why it really might not work out, yet a whole lot of other reasons why it might.
But there was one thing: I did not wished for the two of us to remain just friends knowingly having feelings towards each other but refused to admit it. He’s perfect; it would be impossible for other girls out there not to like him. I did not want to wake up one day with a message from him saying, “I can’t talk to you anymore, my gf will get jealous. Thanks for everything. Bye.”
That will break me.
I did not want to regret anything. I will tell him how I feel then just cross my fingers and pray that he loves me back.