Little Things

You know, he has always been my weakness. And he doesn't even know it. Every little thing about him, his smile, his laugh, his eyes, his smell, everything about him means everything to me. I can never stay mad at him for too long no matter what kind of bullshit he puts me through. Yeah sure, I've wasted so many tears on him and he doesn't even know it. I could never tell him that because he always said that I should not waste my tears on him. But he would never know how I feel. Sometimes, I wonder is it all worth it? All the tears, all the times I stayed up just waiting for his reply which never came at times, getting ignored at times, being teased but when I looked at his face, I could never bring myself to hate him. For once, I wished he could at least experience what I'm feeling every single day. People say that I should move on, but saying it is way easier than actually experiencing it. Having him as my best friend is better than not having him in my life. And I'll just keep it that way then and just push my feelings away and hope that it fades. The second we became friends, was the moment I fell in love. But the moment you called me a friend was the second my heart broke into a million pieces. Too bad, you'll never want to help me pick them back up.