Unspoken

Unspoken

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We're those kind of people that go with the flow. The one's that live in the moment. My best friend and I, inseparable. I can be myself around him, he's like that brother I've always wished for. Well, brother won't exactly fit it, so I'll just say that kind of person you wished you won't ever fall in love with..
Normal of all days. We're just sitting on the swings, talking about school, life, crushes, and home. It's not something out of the ordinary, we tell each other everything. I don't think he has any secrets he didn't tell, but then again, some things are meant to be left unspoken.
And that's exactly how I feel. Whenever I look into his eyes, his calming green eyes, it's like the first time. Especially when he smiles; oh, I melt each time. He's always there for me, through the good and bad. When I'm bawling my eyes out, he just embraces wordlessly. He knows exactly what to say in a situation. 
So when he pulls me up with his hands, when he sits with me quietly in the grass, I can't help but wonder what he's thinking about. When he talks, it's like I'm listening to a distinct song. If I had one wish, it would be to wake up everyday to the soft sound of his breathing. 
So when someone asks us if we're going out, I always hesitate. Because for that one special moment, I want to say yes. I want to indulge myself in the relief. I want all those memories to just click into place. But in that moment, we just laugh and say "No, we're just friends." And then the other person laughs along and gives us an apologetic look for just a tiny millisecond. 
All those 11:11 wishes I spent on you, all those sad songs I played a million times over on my iPod. Those nights staring at the stars, thinking about you, your smile, everything held dear in my mind. Imagining a fabulous, first kiss. Sparkle flying everywhere, fireworks going off in my head. I just wish you'd notice. You'd notice the yearning in my eyes when I look away, when I hesitant before an answer. Because, wanting you happy was always more important than wanting you. 
When I look at you, and I think...wow I love you. But I'm looking at you, and you're staring at her. When you think about him, tears form in your eyes. You love him, you love him, and you just wish he knew..

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Feelings kept unspoken. A yearning we maybe all felt before.

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touching, beautiful, I actually want to read more into this, but it was cut short (kidding). it hits on a huge emotion; that one love that every one comes to feel at some point in their life but is to hesitant to act upon it. hell it reminds me of the story of my life this entire year.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Easy to fall in love with someone who stood with you in hard and good times. A very good story. Life is funny sometime. With luck and timing people can fall together. I like the complete story. A very good ending to a excellent story.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago


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TJ
Tragic story of emotions hidden.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh my gosh. I want to cry now. This was so sweet and I can't help but tear up! This is so adorable and of course I've been through it before!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Excellent story Twinkle and who knows what the future holds? A deep friendship is a wonderful way to start a relationship and even if it never goes to that level, you still have that special friend. XX

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