The day he said he liked me was the best day of my life, as was it my worst when I turned him down.
I wish I could have said yes. I wish I had told him that I liked him, that I loved him. Why didn't I?
Was it because I was afraid we didn't have many days together? Because I thought our feelings would fade over time if we didn't get to see each other anymore?
He was my best friend. My confidante. My partner-in-crime. My comrade. My everything.
Why did I fall for him?
Was it because of the way he always listens to my chatter, paying attention to every word? Or maybe it was because he went to a book expo that I couldn't go to because I was sick, to get me that book I had wanted to read when he himself was not a reading person? or maybe It has got to be how he ignored that hot attention-seeking girl that I used to hate, just to listen to me talk (Trust me, she was too pretty to be ignored!).
No, it most definitely was when I realized how much I missed him over the summer break. When I saw the excitement in his eyes when he saw me on our back-to-school day after the break.
So why did I turn him down when he asked me out? It was everything that I had ever wished for. "Why?", he keeps asking me.
How will I ever tell him that I'm leaving the country, that I'm leaving him, in just a few days? That I might never come back?
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