The Fanfiction That Is, My Life lmao-
Ok, so, I don't usually talk about "love" or "crushes" when it comes to my life [cause I don't have a love life haha], but recently something happened and I'm just so surprised by it!
[Istg this whole situation seems like a fanfiction]
So, in highschool I was in a long distance relationship w/ an American guy, so for like 2 year I wasn't available to anyone lmao- then we broke up, but whatevs
After the break up I had a crush on one fo my friends, we'll call him Dave, but he always treated me like a sister so I never thought about it more then a "secret crush" let's say
I'n usually pretty clingy to all of my friends, but only them cause I'm a shy b*tch irl, but with him any kind of physical contact seemed intentional and always started by him. Like the amount of times he would make me sit on his lap in train, cause there were no seats available, couldn't be counted on 2 hands
The last encounter I had with him, before the inevitable distance of 2020, was when we went out alone for the first time. Things... certainly happened [like imagine a slow burn scene of the main characters finally acting upon their feelings but not giving in], we both literally showed our hearts on our sleeves that day, but went on to act like nothing happened
A few weeks, if not months I don't actually remember, later was when we completely stopped talking. My crush for him was more present at the time, but he got a girlfriend and literally texted me about it, so I go jealous and stopped talking to him completely. Looking back, it was pretty childish of me...but at the time it seemed like the only way for me to cope with these unreciprocated feelings
We started talking again this year, I texted him out of nowhere and we became friends again.
And then the other day happened...
He may have drunk a little too much and let out all of the thoughts he had about me. How he had always liked me but didn't want to ruin my past relationships, how he was about to confess on our last hang out but held back cause I was about to move away from Italy, and other mushy lovey things...
Since then we haven't talked. I'm scared he's gonna take everything back, or tell me that it's a joke or something worse
So now I'm just... waiting? Worrying? Idk, this whole situation seems like a scenario from a book 🙈
Moral of the story: if you ever wanna confess, just do it or you'll regret it.