My friend, my love, my friend

Maybe it would be tonight
The night I would finally get the courage to do what everyone seems to term a taboo. I do not care what anyone calls it, I just know the creator gave me a mouth for a reason. And don’t forget the cute lips too.

Maybe tonight is the night I would free my heart from its misery and get to stop playing stupid games because I do not want to appear cheap.

I do not care if he doesn’t talk to me again or if he gives me a distance wider than what I give cooking meals, I would just be glad that the burden is no longer on my tiny shoulders.

I am in love with my best friend. Offense number one. I am going to tell him. Offense number two plus I have no class its so cheap to tell a guy FIRST that you love him. Blah blah blah….My life, my heart, my mouth, my dignity, I can’t seem to see how any of those would be anyone’s headache.

I looked at my very curvy self in the mirror and assured myself that he would be dumb not to see me as more than a friend tonight. I was practically walking on the moon imagining how romantic our story would be; he was my best friend and now he is my husband. Oh my wedding gown and the royal frills, I was grinning stupidly.

I saw him sitting at our spot and I purposely took slow and seductive steps till I got to where he was sitting looking innocently handsome. I loved the impression I was making.

“Are you going to meet someone tonight?”

“Well yes and I am meeting the person already”

“You really look smashing”

“Thanks dearie, so what’s up?”

” My girlfriend said I need to stop seeing you”

“I thought you guys broke up”

“We got back together today”
            @tolarnee

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