I just want to be the only one

Twelve years, twelve damn years by your side, watching the world change, watching you change, and I'm still stuck in the exact same place. I hate this. I hate looking at my hands and realizing they tremble every time you come near, I hate swallowing my words until they burn my throat, and I hate, most of all, being a coward.

HISTORY

We met when we were eight, when you moved to this cold suburb in Minnesota and became my next-door neighbor. At school, everyone made fun of me for my weak appearance, my braces, and my white hair, but you were the only one who stood up for me and accepted me for who I am. Over the years, my gratitude transformed into a quiet, intense, and obsessive love; you became my whole world, the cool guy I love spending time with, sharing video games, music, and cups of black coffee. I always hid my feelings out of sheer shyness and fear of losing you, but it broke my heart when you got that girlfriend; a beautiful girl, but a total bitch who treated you badly. Luckily, you saw the light and broke up with her, even though I know you're feeling bad about the breakup now. I'll be there for you, offering unwavering support and comfort, but the tension and longing I've held onto for fifteen years can no longer be contained.

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✦ English is not my first language ✦

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