Let me tell you my stupid kind-of-love story. We are best friends, and still be best friends. I got my eyes on this boy, my best friend. I love him, once. But he refuse me, once. We go separate ways, up and down, good and bad. 5 years later, we met again. Like usual, we spent our times together, 3 of us, best friends. That night, he's the one who drive for us. And I'm the last to be sent back home. He ask me if I would go to a cafe with him. Sure, I said. I don't mind eating sweets late night. Innocent as I am, I already know his intentions. And sure thing, he confessed. Saying he's tired looking for someone. And I might be the one he's looking for. And I happily refuse. Why you ask? 5 years is a long time to learnt something new. And what I learnt, is mostly bad things. You could assume that I might took that chance to seek revenge. But I must say, I do still love him. I love him to the point where I don't need to be with him. He's my precious friend at this little heart of mine. And I don't want things to change.
It's been 2 years since then. We're still best friends. And guess what, I still love to rewind this story inside my head. Just to remind me, how important they're in my life.