Friendship is fragile. Over time, it changes. Either into love, or into hate.
And we all know change is inevitable.
Should I smile because he was my friend? Or cry because apparently that's all he'd ever be.
When you have been friends with somebody for a long time, even considering something romantic feels scary. The stakes seem too high. If it doesn't work out, then you'd lose the friend as well as the boyfriend, and there's nothing worse than the feeling of losing two people by breaking up with one.
This had kept me from confronting my feelings about him for a long time. I didn't want to lose that friend at any cost, even if that meant that I had to see him with other girls. But today, my girls had dared me to do it and I knew if I didn't do it now, I might never be able to.
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The streets were empty and the clock had struck eleven. It was my birthday and I was about to get the best or worst gift ever. My heart pounded and a bead of sweat trickled down my spine.
Two friends. One with brown eyes, black hair and a dusty stubble. The other, long platinum blonde hair, blue eyes and wobbling feet. Two slurred minds induced with alcohol. One drank to get drunk, the other drank for liquid courage. Today, the latter might be walking right into an end of a friendship, or a start of a relationship. And the judgement was in the hands of the former.
I felt like I wasn't nearly drunk enough for the