we dated. he was my first.. everything. then, a year later, we broke up. it became the classic story of one heart holding on, the other letting go. i still missed him even when he no longed missed me.. it's been a year since we split. we spent the majority of that year fighting, hating each other with a passion. then, when it seemed like we'd never be friends.. i called him, we talked for hours. the next day i asked him if he wanted to be friends, he said yes. that was it, it was solved. a year of fighting gone in less than two minutes. it's great, having him back in my life. he's one of the best friends i've ever had and i'm glad that's not changing. but, it gets more complicated.. because, there's something getting in the way of our friendship. a secret. when i'm really honest with myself, i know he knows what i'm not saying.. he knows it because he knows me better than most anyone else. he knows that my heart is still all his.. and i'm afraid that i'll push him away again. being friends with him only makes my feelings more apparent and more painful to me, but i don't care. anything to be closer to him.. and i mean anything. Confess ID: frqpndq5        Posted On: 06-Oct-2008