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So you find yourself in this situation.
You are crushing hard on one of your close friends. Obviously, s/he has no clue how you feel about them. You want to tell them but you're afraid. You feel silly for feeling afraid. But can you imagine the consequences should s/he know? How it might actually put your friendship at risk?
So after much deliberation weighing out the pros and cons, you decide that it's best not to tell them.
Your eye lights up every single time you meet. You feel butterflies in your stomach. And when your eyes meet, you look away because you're shy. Conversations with s/he are endless and you never want the night to end. Even when you're out with a group of friends, all you see is him/her and nothing else matters.
You drop hints after another, even obvious ones, but s/he never seems to get it. Irregardless of that, both of you flirt a lot with each other, even to the extent of giving each other affectionate nicknames that only the both of you know.
S/he is extremely particular when loaning out his CDs for fear of it being damaged but s/he loans it to you anyway and tells you to take care of it as if it were your own. S/he never loans it to anyone else but you.
You stare at your whatsapp, waiting for a message at least because hopefully s/he is thinking about you too right now and might be sending you one shortly. What a loser, right? You get tired of waiting, so you initiate the conversation and then start feeling sorry for yourself for making the first move.
You confide in each other about almost everything when it comes to matters of the heart. You sense a tinge of jealousy from them when you mentioned that you've been seeing someone. As ironic as it may sound. But here's the thing, you do know that there is a chance that s/he likes you back but you're unsure.
Then you're told that s/he will be going on a first date with a stranger. Being the stupid person that you are, you encourage them and tells s/he to 'go for it' when you clearly meant otherwise.
From first date and eventually turning into weekly meet ups, even meeting close to midnight to have ice cream. I mean, who does that, seriously? After every date with the third party, s/he tells you that their date is amazing and s/he can't wait to see their date again.
Because you're such a spiteful person who gets jealous easily (and also partly because you're such a huge fan of Cheryl Cole and she says that "Anything that's worth having is sure enough worth fighting for."), you act like the possessive boy/girlfriend and say,
"So now you don't have time to meet me at all? Ever since you meet your date?"
"Oh so it's okay that you're always meeting your date last time (jealousy in the air) but when I do it, you have issues with me?"
You're unsure if they're still seeing each other though chances are, they're not anymore. And you don't want to ask about it just because it might make you look like the biggest busybody.
Then you dream about s/he, which just happened to be not one of those innocent dreams. Your best friend tells you to go for it while the window is open. But you hesitate.
Do you let s/he be the one that got away? Or do you just be silly and tell? And risk being awkward around s/he forever? There could probably a chance that s/he is reading this right now and maybe, just maybe, s/he will end up making the first move. I'm a coward when it comes to making first moves.
What do you do? Because I seriously do not know.
(Someone enlighten me.)