"I think you ought to know that I'm very depressed," I said, staring at the ceiling of my room as my bed and my back merged into one inseparable entity.
Next to me, my best friend propped himself up on his elbow and faced me. "Dude, I think you should tell her."
"Tell? Tell? You don't TELL a girl you like her. 'Tell' is what you do to the teacher when you want to go to the toilet. 'Hey bitch, I needs the loo,' you tell her. But when you like a girl, you show it to her." I always had a strong opinion when it came to ladies.
My friend blew his fringe away from his forehead as he instantly replied, "Yeah, full marks for the Churchill oratory skills, man, but are you going to do anything about it?"
My mind wandered within itself, and got lost. Armed to the bone with presumption, I said, "Yeah, sure. I have a few plans on how to pour my heart out to her."
"Dude, don't go gay like that when you're lying next to me on the same bed."
I slapped my hand against the back of his head. "Fuck you man. Really, I'll come up with something." An idea came to me. "But I'm going to need your help."
My mind wandered to Carla, a wonderous, beautiful girl who has been a close friend of mine for about 4 years now. And who I have been harbouring deep feelings for. Deep feelings that are about 4 years old to this day.
For 4 years, I have held the secret deep within my heart. But unlike most secrets, this one does not taint or corrupt. The secret remains pure in my heart - a jewel, faceted by the truest proddings of love, friendship and devotion. A jewel I am about to exhibit to the only one who can hold it within the palm of her hands. My friend, and also the one who I adored. My biggest fear now, is that of rejection - or even worse - distrust.
My best friend ate into my thoughts. "You're thinking about gay stuff aren't you? Alright, with the exception of my virginity, what do you need?"
And I told him my plan.
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