Too Late

How could I have let things go this far? I stare at my phone. The unread text from you flashing like a neon sign hung heavy in the air. You've been my best friend since childhood, and now... I don't know what to call you. 

I've been playing with fire, dancing on the edge of a cliff, and now the flames are threatening to consume everything I hold dear. With half-hearted promises, I have allowed you to believe in a love that didn't exist. But the illusion was crumbling, the fabric fraying, and I was left exposed, naked in my own dishonesty.

I've been a coward, stealing your time, your affection, and your trust. It was a cruel game that I have played for far too long. But deep down, I knew it wasn't fair. It wasn't right. I should've told you the truth sooner, but fear held me captive.

I found myself drawn to you in a way I had never been before. Over time, these feelings have blossomed between us. But I'm not sure I can nurture them, not sure they can withstand the harsh winds of reality. Your laughter now resonated deep within me, stirring emotions I couldn't name. Yet I hesitated. Afraid to disrupt the delicate balance of our friendship.

I've been living a lie. A simple invitation from you sent a shiver down my spine. I knew what you wanted, what you hoped for. But I couldn't give it to you. I couldn't pretend anymore.

How can I face you? I want to be honest with you, but how can I look you in the eye and tell you the truth? The realization of my actions brought a wave of sorrow washing over me. I've hurt you, a person who has always been there for me without question. The guilt gnaws at me. And the fear of losing you is like a cold wind that chills my bones. I'm afraid of the void that might be left in my life if you walk away. You've always been a steady anchor in my life. You've believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself. 

I could see the hope in your eyes, the longing that mirrored my own. But I couldn't continue this charade. This bitter pill must be swallowed.

I've finally mustered the courage to send you a message, to tell you that we need to talk. My heart pounds in my chest. I hope you understand, that you don't hate me for being honest. 

I just want to do the right thing, even if it means saying goodbye to someone I love. And I hope it's not too late. 

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