I have been in love with my friend for the past 6 years. Minimum. He knows it, yet we are still friends. I used to and sometimes still think it strange, but it has become our thing. We definitely don't discuss it, we only spoke about it once when I brought it up 5 years ago. We talked about it for all of 5 seconds (i'm not exaggerating),-I couldnt see the need to continue since it was apparent he didn't feel the same way.There are days I wish we had spoken, and other days, I appreciate the fact that had it been a longer discussion, I might have embarrassed myself further so it feels like a blessing that it ended the way it did. Over the years, we have become closer as friends, yet the distance grows. I stopped hugging him hello a couple of years ago (feels too awkward), accidental brushes against skin bring out defenses normally reserved for criminal trials, every contact reminds of love lost.
Yet we are friends. We share laughs, the latest goss, and our undying love for bollywood films. What makes it work? I don't know, it could be a million things. Effort, care, common interests, etc.
What makes it painful?
The fact that I love him more than any person I know. The fact that I still have hope our friendship will turn into a love story.The fact I know it wont ever.
