“You look pretty in that dress” – Anonymous.
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I had a crush on one girl. I love to see her smile. I like how she dresses, how she tied her hair. She looks so cute. I always teased her look, teased how she was talking, but no one knew that I had a crush on her.
We have known since we were little kids. Our parents know each other for almost 20 years. She’s my best female friend in my hometown. She always came to help me when I was bullied. We’ve been a friend since we were 9 years old.
Never had in my thought that I would have a crush on my best friend.
We’ve entered the same school since we still in primary school, and up until now, we still entered the same college, same universities, but she was in her ballet classroom, and I was more into social studies. Our faculties were apart, but when we had time, we would meet.
As our relationship as a friend grew longer and we became older, I realised that my feelings were getting much attached. But, I don’t dare to tell her the truth about my feeling. So far, that I know, she hasn’t spoken anything about other guys. So, I guess I had the chance to tell her the truth.
As time passes by, and we both graduated from the Universities, the next phase is going to be challenging. We both were looking for a job. Lucky for her, she got offered musical entertainment, and she entered the audition to participate in a musical; she got accepted. No one offered me anything, and I got rejected by most of the company I was applied to.
But that does not stop me. I started working for any job and getting to start from below for almost two years. But, that okay. It's worth it. We still contacted each other, although we haven’t met in nearly two years. She was working far from my hometown. But, I always wish her the best.
Later, the following year, we were having the conversation through phone, and she told me that she will be going back at the end of the year, which is two months from now. I was super excited when she said that to me. I told her that I would pick her up at the airport, but she refused, she had a little surprise.
I was patiently waiting for her for two months.
She texted her relatives and the people who were closed to her, including me. We were invited to having dinner in some famous restaurant. I was getting ready and wearing the best clothes ever while wondering what her surprise for us. Take my car's key and drive through that restaurant. I was half nervous and half excited to see her.
I'd arrived at the restaurant.
There, I saw her with her beautiful smile. She was smiling back at me, ran to me, hug me, and said, ‘I missed you, dude’. How contented I was that time? My heart was pounding, and I can’t stop smiling the whole time.
She invited me to sit with her family, and we were having a pleasant conversation. She was telling us how was her situation when she was away from her family and said to us that she met a good friend and someone had helped her the whole year when she was there. The moment she spoke about a good friend. I was wondering if she ever met a guy in there.
Suddenly, her phone ringing and she said, “they here”.
We all looked at her, confused, then she walked to the restaurant's front door, opened it and there she was, hugging that person I never met before. I hoped it’s not like what I thought off. Slowly, they both walked near us, shakes their hands with us, and sat there, after a quiet moment, and her parent asked her, who is he? She then told us that this is the person who had helped her in so many ways.
But, it is not just that.
After a while, she takes that person’s hand and announced that they will be getting married next month.
I know no one knew about my feeling for her; in other words, I think I was falling in love with her. I see no one would suspect that I will fall in love with my own best friend. But, while she said that, I saw her both parents looked at me, as they know that I had a slight disappointment on my face. That was the awkward moment; my frustration, like my heart, was broken into pieces. I think I’d prepared a lot to have the courage to tell her, but I was a little late.
I pretended to look cool, the fact that I was hiding my crying heart, looking how long I had wasted to waited to tell her the truth. I was late. She will get married. There’s nothing I can do rather than congratulate them. I shake that man’s hand and told him, take good care of her. So with that girl, I hug her and congratulate her.
After I got back from home. I lie down, and my tears were running through my eyes. Man cries too. This was supposed to be the happiest day in her life, and I, as her friend, should sincerely congratulate both of them. The fact that I loved that person for a long time, I had to accept the truth that she will be together with someone else.
The day of the wedding. I should be okay.
Everything was perfect, the preparation, the songs, the decoration, everything was on point. When the songs played, and both of them were at the centre, I can’t stop looking at how beautiful she was, and I saw how happy she was with him. I am glad that she is happy. I can’t have her love, but I can cherish her as long as I live.
It doesn't mean I can't move on. It is an unspeakable truth; I was late to confess my love to her. It's okay. Life can be brutal sometimes; I take this as my lesson and process.
“I am happy for you, and I will always be there for you; you look pretty in that dress; I will always love you and support you in everything.”
Your best friend,