I’m in love with my best friend. In a few months, we’ll have been friends for a year. To me, it feels like it hasn’t been long enough, that I’m being impatient. I’m 16, he’s 15. I feel even worse because we don’t even live close. I get so excited at the idea of visiting him, of taking a plane and meeting him in the airport — Of finally holding him. Feeling him. Breathing him in.
Maybe something’s wrong with me. He has a partner. Not that they’re great, I don’t think I’m much better. He deserves better, though. Better than whatever I could offer and whatever that lame excuse of a partner ever could.
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