Platonic Hurts.

1/1.

His smile is always bright, no matter how dark his attitude always seems. He’s amazing, to me. Sometimes how to feel about him is a mystery. Sometimes, it’s just friends and others it’s so much more than that. But nothing would ever be said. Nothing could ever be said.

It would be weird; it would…scare him off, freak him out.

Having him there as just a friend is better than not having him there at all. There’re too many complications too, constantly getting in the way and clouding my judgement every time I get a little courageous. So many complications. It would be wrong. I’m just a friend, like an older brother almost. He’d think it weird.

Things would change and I wouldn’t have him.
That couldn’t happen.
I need him.